He Ao looked at the uninvited guests blocking his path.
The excited expressions on these young men's faces made it obvious they were high on drugs.
"Please move aside."
He Ao glanced at them and spoke softly.
"Hey, old bastard, this is Crocodile Gang territory from now on."
The Youth at the front looked at He Ao with a grin, blocking his way. "Have you paid the Crocodile Gang protection money?"
"Crocodile Gang?"
He Ao raised an eyebrow.
"This lame old dog doesn't even know about the Crocodile Gang."
The Youth turned back to look at his brothers, as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Hahaha!"
The young men behind him all burst out laughing, their jeering echoing through the area.
"Please move aside."
He Ao frowned and repeated himself quietly.
"Come on, old bastard, let me tell you what the Crocodile Gang is." The Youth rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a huge, savage crocodile tattoo with its fangs bared on his arm. He deliberately showed off the vicious tattoo to He Ao before sneering, "The biggest gang in all of Aston District, the Crocodile Gang."
He held his hand in front of He Ao's forehead and flicked it three times. "Got it, lame old dog?"
"Move aside."
He Ao looked at the tattoo, and fragments of memory surfaced in his mind. His voice gradually calmed.
"Hehe, the old dog's angry." The Youth pointed at He Ao's forehead and turned back with a sneer, his face full of pride and arrogance. The young men beside him immediately broke into smug, taunting laughter.
"Old dog, what can I say?" He reached out and patted He Ao's shoulder, then slowly raised his hand. Someone beside him handed over a baseball bat, which he gripped in his hand.