On one side, it was a reckless killing of innocents, a deliberate murder; on the other, there was fierce arguing, refusing to admit any fault. He even deliberately used others as scapegoats. An intense blaze of anger surged within Ye Chen. He decisively dialed Feng Zhixiao's number.
"Chen, what's up?" These days, Feng Zhixiao was busy getting uniforms tailored for the younger brothers. Ever since wearing that Jinsheng Hotel waiter outfit, he had the idea of getting a uniform for the younger brothers. So, on the day he got back, he took off the clothes and went to the clothing factory, tossed the sample to them, and said, "Make me two hundred sets of these!"
