These three drunkards looked about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with colorful dyed hair and earrings, looking no different from little hooligans.
At the moment, the three of them were sitting on the roadside kerb stones, holding liquor bottles and drinking white spirits, chatting about random things while keeping an eye on a few Little Beggars across the street.
What caught Li Feng's attention wasn't their appearance but the words they were speaking.
"Hey, Brother Da Liang, when can we go back to Jiangnan City? I always feel awkward in Baiyang; this place isn't our turf. I just can't relax," a blond youth said to his companion.
Brother Da Liang, the one he was talking to, was a youth with a huge nose ring, his face full of burly features looking quite fierce:
