The driver knew that these people had bad intentions. Especially from their tattoos, it was clear that these guys were no good.
"Look at the tattoos on their wrists, you can tell they're not to be messed with."
Zhou Ang paused, then followed the driver's gaze, his eyes landing on one of the men's wrists.
The intricate pattern, like a complex totem, made Zhou Ang squint his eyes in shock.
This pattern, so familiar! He remembered that when Uncle Fu was sorting through his father's belongings, he had seen this pattern.
But what this pattern represented, he couldn't recall now.
Suddenly, Zhou Ang's heart tightened as he saw the men swarm toward Chu Ge, fists aiming directly at him.
In the nick of time, Zhou Ang thought Chu Ge was about to be pummeled into meat paste, but Chu Ge suddenly leapt behind them, kicking two of them to the ground with both legs.
Zhou Ang clutched his chest, completely forgetting he had a heart condition, and that the biggest taboo was heart strain.
