Several troubled teenagers ran up behind Pei Peng, surrounding him. Linn Huai slowly rolled up his sleeves. It seemed he would have some work to do today.
"Kid, you seem to have a lot of pocket money, how about treating us?"
Pei Peng was pushed into a corner, but his eyes darted around the group. He suddenly pushed one of them away and ran towards Linn Huai.
"Hey brat, stop right there, do you want a beating?" The others chased after him.
Pei Peng, not even ten years old, was of course no match for these troubled teenagers. He was caught up with in no time.
One of them grabbed Pei Peng's collar and demanded protection money.
Linn Huai, with his sleeves already rolled up, rushed over and started beating up the troubled teenagers, making them howl in pain.
When the teenagers saw Linn Huai's face, their expressions changed immediately, and they quickly retreated on the ground: "Brother Linn, I say this is a misunderstanding, do you believe me?"
