"Yes, Boss!"
The few underlings clustered around the scar-faced man immediately nodded.
It seemed they had been waiting impatiently for this moment.
Right then, they rushed toward the three women: Feng Lulu, Shen Lingyin, and Niu Xiaoli.
'It's over!'
Wang Fei, Niu Xiaoli, Yu Hua, and even Song Chao were instantly dumbfounded.
A man like the scar-faced man killed without batting an eye.
He would do what he said!
"Hold on."
Finally, Jiang Xinghai, who had been watching the show unfold, spoke up. "I don't care about the others, but these two are my confidantes. You can't touch them."
"Kid, are you threatening us?"
"You must be daydreaming, kid!"
Two of the men closest to Jiang Xinghai turned their heads and snapped at him.
SLAP!
SLAP!
But in the next instant, Jiang Xinghai's figure moved like an afterimage. He slapped the two men, then sat back down in his original spot.
THUD! THUD!
