Qi Hao forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
Looking at Lei Meng and Liu San in the front seat, his voice filled with deep gratitude and a hint of incredulous doubt: "Brother Meng, Brother San, you're not going to the front? In that pit..."
Liu San, who was driving, took a fierce drag from his cigarette butt.
Without even turning his head, he chuckled and scolded, "Silly boy! Can money ever be more important than brothers!? Don't you damn well underestimate Brother Meng!"
Lei Meng nodded heavily, his rugged face now filled with an unquestionable seriousness: "Brother Su Hao, you are all under my protection, Lei Meng! If it weren't for Brother Su Yu and the others risking their lives last night, would our Cyan Dragon Gang be in this position today? Could the casino have opened? Now brothers are fatally injured trying to find us, hanging by a thread! You want me to leave him and rush to the front for things that may not even be within our grasp?"
