"Boss Li, these three kids are my friends. This time, please do me the honor. I, Ma Xiaoming, will definitely repay Boss Li for this favor," Ma Xiaoming said to the tall and burly man opposite him.
"Pfft, how much is Ma Xiaoming's face worth? Take a good look at yourself—do you think you even matter?" Another man beside Li Heizi scoffed, and the other several young men burst into laughter.
Ma Xiaoming ignored the others and just stared at Li Heizi. Li Heizi's expression seemed to waver slightly. Ma Xiaoming's skill with his hands was not bad; there wasn't a lock he couldn't open. Li Heizi had been trying to pull Ma Xiaoming into his gang, but Ma Xiaoming always worked alone, never joining forces with anyone.
