"Dean Zhang, which floor is that punk on? Let's rush up and take him out!"
"Exactly! Daring to mess with our Dean Zhang, I reckon he's tired of living!"
A few thugs shouted loudly!
Dean Zhang's vanity was satisfied, he sneered coldly and said, "That punk and that b*tch are on the ninth floor, let's rush up together right now, I want him to know what happens when he crosses me!"
With a shout from Dean Zhang, he stepped forward and rushed upstairs, the thugs closely following behind him!
However, just as Dean Zhang and his men reached the first-floor stairs, they saw an elderly man in a tattered grey coat, wearing a torn straw hat, his face full of wrinkles, looking extremely down and out, walking downstairs!
Dean Zhang ignored this old man and shouted, "Get out of my way, you old bastard!"
The old man, hearing Dean Zhang's words, remained still and ambled steadily and slowly towards the floor below!
