The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Zhang Yuze pulled Liu Mengting behind him, chuckling coldly. It was rare these days for Zhang Yuze to encounter someone daring to be so arrogant in front of him, and he suddenly found it refreshing.

“I should be the one saying that. I’m giving you a chance to scram now, or I’ll make you understand how to write the word ‘regret’.” Zhang Yuze narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at the young man.

“Brothers, cripple him for me!” The tall youth was enraged by Zhang Yuze’s arrogance. He threw away his cigarette butt, stamped on it, then raised his head, looked at Zhang Yuze, narrowed his eyes, and with a jut of his mouth, called out to his companions.