Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Sun Zhe looked at Zhang Feng on the stretcher, who was glaring at him with a furious gaze, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
It turns out this guy couldn't handle losing and called for backup?
A large group of people outside the door looked fierce and aggressive, clearly not to be trifled with.
Yet Sun Zhe remained calm and composed.
To him, this was just a small scene, not worth worrying about.
He scrutinized the middle-aged man before him, smiling lightly and said, "You've brought quite a few people. What's your plan?"
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the invisible aura from Sun Zhe, and secretly thought this young man was no simple figure. He said coldly, "You've crippled my son's arms; you must pay the price!"
Sun Zhe's expression didn't change, "Too bad that fighting is prohibited in the trade zone."
The middle-aged man laughed, "That's why you can still stand and listen to me talk."
