The atmosphere suddenly became tense and confrontational.
Wildfire Johnny looked at the person in front of him, his fingertips trembling slightly, but with a sidelong glance at his brothers behind him, the long-trained fear in his heart was instantly replaced by determination.
Johnny raised his head and fixed a burning gaze on the person from the Tasting Commerce Association in front of him, saying, "Bucher! Our Wildfire Gang has nothing to do with your Tasting Commerce Association anymore. The last thing we did for you was the final one."
Upon hearing this, Bucher found it laughable. In his eyes, the Wildfire Gang was just a pack of dogs raised on scraps by the Tasting Commerce Association.
If the association needed this pack of dogs to attack someone, the dogs would frantically pounce and tear, even if it meant getting their legs broken and teeth pulled out. There would be no retreat.
