chapter 37 : It’s still your little freshness

The man smoking the pack of "Hong Mei", which only cost five yuan, found it flavourful. However, in the eyes of Ivan An and his gang, this "country bumpkin" seemed unbearably vulgar. What's more infuriating was Eiland's cheerful remark, "Grandsons, you finally made it. I've finished all these cigarettes. What's left is loneliness!"
The members of the motorcycle gang were instantly agitated.
"Ivan, is this guy mocking us? Can you tolerate this? We can't."
"Yeah, let's take him down."
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