Seeing clearly who had arrived, Fu Mingyu tossed the gun onto Huang Mao and turned to sit on the sofa.
Huang Mao was in so much pain that his face was covered in sweat, and he saw three shining pairs of leather shoes stop in front of him.
Lifting his eyes to see who it was, Huang Mao wailed, "Fifth Brother, you have to stand up for me, it was him, it was him..."
Clutching his bloody hand while pointing at Fu Mingyu, Huang Mao struggled, trying to get up, but before he could even rise, his Fifth Brother kicked him into the corner of the private room.
Heavily slammed into the ground, the pain in his bullet-pierced palm intensified, yet Huang Mao didn't even dare to cry out, looking at Fifth Brother in shock.
"Third Young Master, my men have no eyes and offended you. Tomorrow night, I'll host a banquet at Hongfeng Tower to apologize to you. What do you say?"
The fifty-something, kind-looking man smiled and said to Fu Mingyu.
