Hearing the angry shout, all three turned to look.
Three burly men came storming toward them from behind. Leading them was Du Shuai of the Thunderclap Martial Arts Hall, whom Yue Wen had met that day. Over two meters tall, the dark-skinned martial artist had a bony frame that looked like a lean, formidable sickle.
Behind him followed a slightly shorter, muscular man with a round head and round eyes. His temples bulged high, showing how vigorous his yang energy was.
Beside him was a slightly plump young man with a full beard and a rather honest-looking face.
All three young men wore black training clothes. The invisible flames of their blood and qi bore down with considerable intimidation.
"What sewer did you three crawl out of?" Zhao Xing'er was the first to get out of the car and fire back, her presence no less imposing. Not only was she unafraid of trouble, she even seemed a little excited.
"What sewer?" The round-headed man tilted his head. "Didn't we come from the martial arts hall?"
The bearded man beside him whispered a reminder. "Second senior brother, that's her way of insulting us."
"What?" The round-headed man immediately stepped forward. "You dare insult us?"
"So what if I do? If I'd scolded you more when you were little, you wouldn't have grown up with such lousy manners." Xing'er raised her chin.
"When we were little?" The round-headed man froze again. "Did we know her when we were little?"
The bearded man whispered another reminder. "Second senior brother, she's still insulting us. She means she's our mother!"
"Our mother?" The round-headed man frowned. "The three of us aren't blood brothers. How could we have just one mother?"
"..." The bearded man fell silent for a moment, apparently giving up.
At the front,