A young delinquent with a tattoo on his shoulder gestured fiercely with the butterfly knife in his hand towards Brother Bi.
"My freaking god!" Brother Bi directly opened the car door and grabbed an assault rifle.
"Damn it!"
A few young delinquents got scared and turned their heads to run.
"Next time I catch you not up to any good, I'm locking all of you up, a bunch of damn brats!" Brother Bi cursed loudly.
At the entrance to the alley, the previously crouched, weak-looking young man braced himself to stand up, his face void of any expression, and he didn't even glance at Brother Bi who had gotten out of the car, numbly walking into the alley.
Brother Bi furrowed his brows, perhaps a sudden pang of sympathy, but still he did nothing.
He got back into the car, muttering under his breath, "What a wretched place, the youth these days need to be set straight!"