第五章 磨难重重

林风心里咯噔一下，手心更冷了。他认得这帮人，是附近几个小混混的头头，外号叫“黄牙子”。平时就爱在赌场里找茬，看他这新来的，孤零零一个，正好拿他开IMS。“我……我就是路过看着热闹。”林风结结巴巴地解释，声音都在发颤。 黄牙子歪着头， surrounded by a entourage of his followers, stepped forward with a sneer. "Passing by? What's the matter, newcomer? Didn't you see no sign saying 'no outsiders allowed'?" His eyes flickered with malice. One of his underlings, a burly man with a menacing aura, stepped forward, flexing his fists. "Shut up, boss. Let's teach this little fella a lesson." The burly man, known as 'Iron Fist,' had a reputation for being relentless in fights. 林风咽了口唾沫，握紧了拳头。他虽然修为不高，但好歹也是筑基初期的修士，对付这些凡人小混混应该没问题。可是，他现在还只是个初来乍到的菜鸟，要是真的打起来，万一暴露了自己的身份，那后果不堪设想。 "你们……想要什么?" 林风尽量让自己的声音听起来平静，但微微颤抖的双手还是出卖了他的紧张。 黄牙子嗤笑一声，从怀里掏出一串糖葫芦，摇摇晃晃地展示在林风面前。 "How about this? Some jerky and a glass of bitter melon juice. How's that for a peace offering?" His eyes sparkled with cunning. 林风皱了皱眉，他最讨厌的就是这种以大欺小的行径。