The dinner continued.
But the small restaurant was already filled with the smell of blood.
The bodyguards brought by Boss He had their skin cracked open and blood gushing out, nearly passing out from the pain, but they dared not stop, using a stainless steel spoon to slowly scrape off the tattoos on their skin.
The cause of all this was merely a bodyguard instinctively pulling out a gun earlier.
Boss He did not stop it, knowing that if Yang Jian didn't teach them a lesson, it would be dangerous for himself.
Besides, these wounds weren't fatal, just a matter of a trip to the hospital for treatment later.
"Your guys have quite the tolerance. They're tough, not uttering a word till now. But the tougher they are on themselves, the tougher they are on others. I'm really afraid they'd suddenly pull out a gun and shoot me dead. Sitting with these dangerous people requires quite some courage," Yang Jian said, taking a sip of the hot milk tea just served, and glanced over.
