"I don't stay in the dorm, my dad always leaves the door open for me at night."
Pouting, Liu Siyan knew Xiaofan was telling her another one of those dirty jokes. And it's the half-joking kind.
Half-joking, you could call it a joke, or... it could be real.
"Why aren't you talking?" Originally speaking well, Xiaofan suddenly went silent, making Liu Siyan raise her head involuntarily.
"Hmm?"
On Xiaofan's side, he was staring straight at the crowd, at a few blonde guys near the road who occasionally glanced over.
"What's up?"
"Boring stuff..."
Yeah, pretty boring. Judging by this stance, those brats Xiaofan scolded just now probably went to gather people to block him.
What is Xiaofan? He's the world-famous Black Mantis, preparing to confront some small-time punks on home turf—how boring is that?
But the brats he spared just now felt no gratitude; instead, they brought backup to escalate things.
"Brother Hu, that guy's out."
"Brothers, grab your weapons."
