"Haha, funny!"
Facing more than forty people, Hao Jian still boasted. Kong Hao laughed out loud, showing disdain as he pointed at Hao Jian, then at Lu Zhuo who was stupefied in the driver's seat.
"You and your driver add up to only two people. Facing more than forty people, you can still say such things? Are you sure your head is still okay?"
"But about your driver..."
Glancing at Lu Zhuo, Kong Hao laughed aloud again, his gaze suddenly turning cold as he snorted, "Can't even find a competent driver? A Skinny Monkey like this is already scared out of his wits, and you're counting on him?"
Kong Hao's laughter snapped Lu Zhuo back to reality; somewhat helpless, he rubbed his forehead. This Fatty is definitely courting death.
He knows Young Master Hao's strength all too well. Brother Spice Ginger has also mentioned in front of them that even if the entire organization were combined, they wouldn't be a match for Hao Jian.
