After kicking Hu Jie away, Zhao Rong spat on the ground. "If I didn't have something urgent to do today," he said, "I'd stay and play with you properly. See if I don't play you to death."
When Hu Jie's entourage of young punks and delinquent girls saw Zhao Rong kick him away, they were all scared witless.
The tattooed girl's jaw dropped. "Hu Jie, didn't you just say you were going to give us a live show of you beating up Zhao Rong? How come you ended up getting thrashed by him instead?"
The man in the tank top behind her looked at the downed Hu Jie and added, "Yeah, Hu Jie, didn't you say you were going to fix him right here and now? How did you get sent flying before you even made a move?"
