Guo Xingxing's right hand was frozen in the posture of holding a teacup, suspended in mid-air, his gaze vacant.
GULP.
Watching the bald man struggle on the ground for a good while without being able to get up, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
"You're courting death!"
After glancing at their Boss, who had been knocked flat, the remaining thugs fixed their icy gazes on Chen Yang and pulled daggers from their waists.
With his hands in his pockets, Chen Yang sauntered forward with a devil-may-care look on his face.
"You welsh on your debts and still demand we supply you? Why don't you just go rob someone?"
His nonchalant words struck everyone's hearts like a clap of thunder.
This guy actually dared to stand up to them? Wasn't he supposed to be a worthless good-for-nothing? Since when did a good-for-nothing become so fierce, so manly?
