"Get lost, you don't know shit! I'm telling you, if this matter gets tangled up with that person, we're all as good as dead in the end. Just look at your brother's eye, it was blinded by that man.
The four of us couldn't take him down, he took us out without breaking a sweat. Broken arms, broken legs, your brother lost an eye. Do you all want to end up blind or crippled too?"
Brother Yong was furious, clinging to life.
After so many years on the streets, he naturally had his own calculations, certain survival skills that kept him alive this long. But ever since they ran into that man, he knew the situation was out of their hands.
That person has spilled blood, killed people.
He may look like a smiling Maitreya Buddha to his wife during the day, doing whatever she asks, not daring to go east if she says go west.
Anyone could be fooled into thinking he couldn't be that cruel.
But when facing them, he was like a demon crawling out of hell.
Someone who would devour them.
