Just moments ago, Zhao Fei was boasting shamelessly, but now that the situation had escalated, he found himself at a loss, instinctively looking toward Gao Hongyi for help.
Gao Hongyi's face darkened as well. He lowered his voice and spat angrily: "You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?"
He had reminded Zhao Fei more than once to quit while he was ahead, but this guy was as stubborn as an ox, refusing to listen to any advice, good or bad.
And now, look where that got them!
Gao Hongyi cast a pleading glance toward his uncle in the crowd, only to receive a fierce glare in return. He immediately shut his mouth, cold sweat running down his back.
Even his uncle, whose rank could barely secure him a spot in the second or third row of that group, couldn't dare to breathe too loudly. It was clear just how terrifying this man's true identity was.
Zhao Fei also started scanning the crowd for his uncle's silhouette.
