The sudden appearance of a White Deer startled everyone, while Fang Zheng sat atop it, silently surveying the surrounding ruffians.
"Alright, let's leave it at that."
"Who do you think you are, kid?!"
One of the ruffians shouted angrily at Fang Zheng, who was mounted on the White Deer.
"Have you ever heard of the reputation of Xianyang's Ten Tigers? If you're smart, kneel down and kowtow three times to me, or else you're in for trouble!"
As the ruffian spoke, the others grabbed the nearby sticks and butcher knives, surrounding Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng, however, just sat on the White Deer, coldly looking at this group of hooligans, calmly speaking.
"Either get lost, or die. You choose."
"Ugh..."
Upon hearing Fang Zheng's words, the ruffians' expressions changed. Their faces twisted several times, finally succumbing to their inner fear.
"Remember this!"
