About half an hour later, the car slowly stopped outside a private billiard room.
After getting out of the car, Jiang Ye swept his gaze sharply around him.
Within three seconds, the best escape route was already imprinted in his mind.
Of course, it was basically unnecessary.
But even if it wasn’t needed, he habitually scoped it out whenever he arrived sowhere.
Just in case.
Accidents happened all the ti in this world.
Thus, being fully prepared was the key to staying alive.
Sadly, ordinary people lacked this vigilance.
Jiang Ye entered through the main entrance and indeed ca across a bunch of yellow-haired and red-haired kids, all around seventeen or eighteen years old.
Normally at this age, they should have been in school.
Not all kids could attend school normally, though.
Family circumstances, social factors, personal factors—various issues forced so young kids to start mixing with society.
Every ti he saw these young delinquents, he felt an indescribable sense of helplessness.
At seventeen or eighteen, even if they didn’t study, they could have enlisted in the military after high school.
It just showed, people were different.
Their thoughts and awareness were even more distinct.
A few of the young gang mbers with yellow and red hair saw Jiang Ye, but didn’t approach right away. Instead, they glanced at each other:
"Do we know him?"
"Don’t think so, looks like he’s here to find soone."
"Who’s he looking for? Aren’t all of us here?"
"Let’s follow and find out."
The young gang mbers really did continue to follow him, which Jiang Ye noticed but ignored.
As long as they didn’t affect him, it was fine. Otherwise, he’d have to apologize.
The private billiard room was quite spacious, and after passing seven or eight tables, he finally reached the person he was looking for in the corner.
Little Huang Mao, as if sensing sothing, looked up.
He was about to ask, "Who are you?"
But the next second, he was kicked far away.
Yes, the flying kind.
This startled the gang of young delinquents following behind him, and when they reacted, they exclaid,
"Damn, he’s looking for trouble?"
"Quick, grab so tools!"
Hidden inside a nearby cabinet were all sorts of steel pipes.
With the seven or eight young gangsters ard, Jiang Ye didn’t show the slightest fear, his expression didn’t even waver for a second, utterly calm.
This shocked the young gangsters about to fight.
"Who... who are you? Why did you hit San?"
As they asked, their voices were weak, clearly shaken.
There’s a saying: barefooted people aren’t afraid of those with shoes, the reckless fear the crazy, and the crazy fear those who have nothing to lose.
This man looked like a fierce devil, the kind who was out for blood!
Damn, they were really scared!
They could hardly keep grip on the steel pipes, nearly dropping them.
There was nothing they could do; this man’s presence was too imposing.
They had never seen such a big-shot before!
Jiang Ye paid no attention to the group behind him, his gaze fixated on Little Huang Mao in front:
"Are you San?"
"Uh, yeah, you know ?"
San was terribly frightened, stamring as he spoke.
Jiang Ye stepped closer:
"Real na Huang Shan, from Nanxi City, area X, street X, village X? Just turned eighteen last month?"
San trembled with fear:
"Yes, how did you know?"
Jiang Ye let out a cold laugh and muttered,
"Eighteen, an adult now."
"Damn it, enough already, what the hell do you want?"
Asking for trouble!
Hadn’t he learned his lesson from getting kicked away just now?
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