"Are you trying to scare us?"
"You, Fang, I know you're tough and have taken lives, but there are cameras here. Do you dare lay a hand on us?"
"Do you dare?"
"You don't dare!"
He pointed at Fang Zheng, his facial muscles twitching, and his attitude extremely arrogant. Even Xiao Han, who had remained silent, felt a surge of anger rise in his heart.
Too much bullying!
But, Boss...
Is this really the time to play with paper figures?
We're all adults here.
"Chop!"
A dining knife stuck firmly on the solid wood table. Fang Zheng lightly flicked the blade, causing it to vibrate rapidly and leave ghostly afterimages.
"This knife is not bad."
He acted as if he hadn't heard a word from the Yuan family's brothers. He picked up the knife and examined it in his hand.
Then,
To everyone's astonishment, he used the knife to gently slice his own fingertip, the sharp blade swiftly cutting through the surface of the skin.
Blood,
flowed from the fingertips.
