The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Hearing the title used by these members of the Thousand Gang, Zhang Yutian's expression shifted. He felt like he had heard of the "Thousand Gang" before. It wasn't because the "Thousand Gang" was famous; in reality, they weren't even a third-rate gang in Nanmin. They were just a small group formed by some idle thugs about half a year ago. Because they only appeared at night, engaging in petty theft and occasional drive-by robberies, they had already attracted the attention of the local police. However, because the Thousand Gang's whereabouts were unpredictable, the police hadn't found any evidence of their crimes, so they hadn't taken action against them yet.

Zhang Yutian had heard of the "Thousand Gang" only because the Tianxia Gang had once wanted to annex them, after all, they had appeared within the Tianxia Gang's territory. Li Yunpeng had consulted Zhang Yutian about this, but Zhang Yutian, due to various considerations at the time, hadn't agreed to Li Yunpeng's suggestion. He hadn't expected to encounter the Thousand Gang in this situation. It really felt like meeting enemies on a narrow road.

Just then, a Prince motorcycle drove up from behind the group of young men, making a very noisy sound. One of the young men shouted in surprise, "The boss is here! The boss is here!"

Zhang Yutian was taken aback, and suddenly became interested. He wanted to see what kind of character the Thousand Gang's boss was. How could he be so arrogant as to provoke him? He should know that even now, this was still the Tianxia Gang's territory. Of course, Zhang Yutian didn't consider it from their perspective; he wasn't very famous, so who would know who he was?

As he was thinking, a bald man around thirty years old walked up to Zhang Yutian, accompanied by the thin, tall youth.

"Boss, it's him! He just bullied our brothers! Boss, you must not let him go..." The thin, tall youth carefully stood beside the bald man.

Looking at the man in front of him, Zhang Yutian nonchalantly took out a cigarette and lit it. At the same time, the man was staring intently at Zhang Yutian.

"My brothers say you're not giving our Thousand Gang any face?" The bald man looked at Zhang Yutian with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Face is given by others, not something that grows on your own. If you want others to give you face, you must first be worthy of it," Zhang Yutian said to the bald man, deeply exhaling several smoke rings.

"So, you think our Thousand Gang isn't worthy of you giving us face?" The bald man frowned upon hearing this, looking at Zhang Yutian with a half-smile, his expression gradually turning gloomy.

"I've already said what I needed to say. Do what you want! But I advise you, before doing anything, you should first weigh your own strength, lest you regret it later," Zhang Yutian shook his head and sighed softly.

At this moment, the bald man's heart was filled with extreme anger. Hearing this, he couldn't hold back any longer, waved his hand, and said to the few younger brothers beside him, "Take him down!"