"Don't... I'll do it, I'll do it." The gang leader was so scared he nearly pissed himself.
Scorpion got on the phone, fuming with rage, wishing he could chop up the gang leader and feed him to the dogs. Chu Hao, last time at the bar, took on over a hundred people by himself—more Bruce Lee than Bruce Lee! Could such a person be ordinary?
Scorpion roared, "Chop off your damn hand, the hand that hit him! Chop off that hand for me! If you don't appease Brother Hao, I'll chop you up and throw you into the great river!"
The gang leader took out a knife, his forehead beading with cold sweat, and prepared to chop off his right hand.
Chu Hao said indifferently, "No need to chop. It'll get blood everywhere, and that makes me uncomfortable."
The gang leader hurriedly kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Brother Hao! Thank you, Brother Hao!"
Lu Shen was too scared to speak a word.
