Fatty spoke as if he were discussing something entirely mundane.
However, to those nearby, his tone carried an air of arrogant disregard for the consequences.
In front of him were six bodyguards, visibly well-trained and battle-hardened. For anyone to employ such bodyguards, and to have figures in the global spotlight lower themselves to get service from Fanani, is a feat no one else in this mall could achieve.
Yet, this Fatty in front of us seems completely unlikely to be someone who can effortlessly make others pay a price.
Without sufficient power and influence, saying such things only invites mockery.
In the ensuing commotion, the Bald man chuckled, arms crossed, looking at Fatty with a mocking gaze. "Do you really not know your limits, or is your IQ insufficient?"
Fatty smirked and glanced at the Bald man, "I'm giving you one last chance, have them come over."
