Zhang Yuxing's face drained of color, truly terrified.
Facing these thugs and such a sharp knife, no matter how impressive her Old Zhang family was, it didn't matter.
Now, she was just short of cursing Liu Zhizhong outright.
But Liu Zhizhong was unfazed, holding his beer glass he exclaimed, "My goodness, that's a controlled knife you're flaunting there?"
Zhang Yuxing felt like she was going to die of anger!
Shorty Flower Arm and all his buddies couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.
Shorty Flower Arm shook his switchblade, making a clattering noise, "You really are a funny guy! At a time like this, you still don't want to listen?"
As he finished speaking, the three big Flower Arm guys all drew their knives.
One after another, the shiny, glinting switchblades sprang from their sheaths, terrifying to behold.
Liu Zhizhong put down his beer glass and said with some frustration, "Guys, let's talk this over. These are knives, brothers..."