Brother Niu nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head to look at Jiang Guangrong: "What about this boss?"
Jiang Guangrong took a sip of red wine from his glass: "Just some shitty booze and cheap liquor, and you want to buy off this many of my brothers? Boss Niu, you're looking down on me way too much, aren't you?"
Hearing Jiang Guangrong's words, Brother Niu seemed to have yielded. He couldn't help but feel a weight lifted off his shoulders. If he found out there was a problem with his hair.
Brother Niu was bald, no hair to protect him. Jiang Guangrong smashed a wine bottle over his head and his skull cracked open on the spot. Brother Niu was hurt even worse than the tattooed guy. Brother Niu sat on the ground, both hands clutching his head, whimpering non-stop.
Tian Jue turned and said: "If you don't want to make friends with him, then don't. So what do you want to do?"
