The young men looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and turned to see Ling Feng. One of them impatiently said, "Get lost, you stinky delivery guy. This has nothing to do with you!"
"How is it none of my business? She's my girlfriend!"
Ling Feng said as he stepped forward.
The young men froze for a moment, then exchanged glances and burst into laughter, "What a load of bull, such a pretty girl being your girlfriend?"
"What's wrong with that? Can't she?"
Ling Feng sneered and hopped onto his bike, "Jealous and envious, huh? Well, it's useless. I'm just that awesome. Move aside!"
"Move aside yourself! Get down!"
Clearly, the guys were provoking him, blocking Ling Feng's path, "Stinky delivery guy dares to be arrogant? Looking for trouble, are you?"
"What? Wanna fight?" Ling Feng asked.
"Fight you, so what? Lower class people, don't even know where you are!" said one of the young men.
Ling Feng squinted upon hearing this, "Lower class?"
"Mister, leave these punks to me!"
