Finn Chen controlled his emotions of fighting and decided to check the course of events first.
"Fatty, do you want to have your finger in every pie?" The big fellow stood in front of the man with a floral shirt and lowered his voice. Unlike Finn, the man with a floral shirt drove an upper-premium Ferrari, and his background was unusual. However, on this dark and windy night, the big fellow was not afraid of anything.
If their relationships soured, the big fellow could kill one or both Finn and the floral shirt.
"Fatty?" The floral shirt raised his eyebrows and pointed his nose and asked, "you call me fatty?"
"What? Any problems?" The big fellow twitched his mouth and said, "you almost weighs 300 jin and still want me to call you skinny?"
"I hate people call me fatty!" The floral shirt seemed to be a little angry.
"Indeed, you are fatty. You fat ass!" The big fellow sneered at him.
"Do you believe that I can whip you?" The floral shirt raised his eyebrows and rolled up his sleeves and got ready for a fight.
"My brother." The gentle girl standing aside sulked and glared at the floral's shirt and asked, "haven't you promised mother not to fight before going out?"
"But this guy calls me a fat ass. I will lose my face if I don't teach him a lesson." The floral shirt said with rage.
"I don't care, brother. If you dare to fight, I will tell mother and let her kick your butt." The gentle girl cocked her nose and said.
On hearing this, the floral shirt suddenly winced a little.
"For my sister's sake, I'm not going to kick your ass, and you'd better get out of here now!" The floral shirt glanced at those masked men and ordered.
"Do you get your fucking brain kicked? Don't you fucking see how many men here I have?" The big fellow laughed at the floral shirt, and he didn't understand whether the fat ass was really stupid. Now it was apparent that his side was more powerful, but this fat ass would still let them instead of himself get out of here.
"You have more men? Does that mean you have advantages? Do you believe that I will screw you down with only one hand?" The floral shirt said with a sneer.
"One hand? If you can fucking screw us down with only one hand, I will call you 'daddy'!" The big fellow shouted.
"In your dreams! I cannot have a son like you." The floral shirt snorted.
"Very good!" The big fellow kept sneering at the floral shirt," fat ass since you are not sober, then I will teach you how to behave yourself today!"
"Move! Break the fat ass's legs and rape that girl!" The big fellow waved at his men and roared.
Immediately, some masked men behind the big fellow rushed out with red eyes.
"My sister, what should we do?" The floral shirt watched the gentle girl and seemed to ask for her instructions.
The gentle girl slightly opened her lips and signed, "you can fight, but don't kill."
"OK!" The floral shirt was glad and ran out at once.
Finn just stood aside and observed with a little fun.
When the floral shirt got off his car, Finn realized that this man was not that simple. He was more or less a martial artist or was likely to become one.
In the next moment, the floral shirt's movements just corroborated Finn's speculations.
With one single hand, the floral shirt beat those masked men down in less than 10 seconds.
After that, the floral shirt cast his eyes at Finn and asked him, "are you all right, dude?"
Finn shook his head and smiled, "I'm fine, thanks."
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