Dealing with a few hooligans is no big deal for Yang Chen.
Right now, there's no way to call anyone, not even the police.
Yang Chen could only get out of the car to handle the situation.
"Brother Chen!" came a shout from behind.
Yang Chen turned around to look, huh, who is it? He didn't recognize them!
A long-haired guy with a snake tattoo on his neck quickly took out a Hua Zi cigarette and approached Yang Chen with a goofy smile, offering him a smoke.
Yang Chen was a bit confused. He didn't know this person.
"Heh heh... Brother Chen, have a smoke. This is the best cigarette I have, hope you don't mind," Snake Man said with a smile.
The others surrounding Yang Chen were stunned, what's going on here?
Yang Chen didn't smoke, and said, "Thanks, but I don't smoke. Do we know each other?"
