"Which underling!?"
Feng Jiancun pressed him again, eyes razor sharp, looking like he was ready to smash the pot just to get to the bottom of it.
Chen Erliang's face was as dark as it could get, and at the same time he realized something was off.
The other side ignored him.
Instead, his gaze swept over the crew of lackeys standing to the side.
"Which one of you couldn't keep his dick in his pants!?"
Feng Jiancun fixed his eyes on a nondescript guy, his stare turning vicious. "You!?"
The guy's heart jolted, he shrank his neck back and didn't say a word.
Feng Jiancun turned to another of Chen's thugs.
"Or you!?"
That guy's insides tightened as well; he swallowed hard.
In the end, Feng Jiancun set his eyes on Scorpion, his tone turning nasty:
"Surely it's not you, Scorpion."
"If it really is... then I can only do your big brother a favor and..."
Chen Erliang suddenly exploded, shooting to his feet, locking eyes with him, voice cold and grim. "Enough!"
