In just a moment, more than dozens of people were all taken down, and finally, under the fierce scolding of Meng Shaotao, they knelt in several rows on one side of the courtyard, pinching their ears with their hands.
Even the burly and fierce-looking Sang Biao, who led the group, was now meek as a kitten, with lowered eyes.
This was the result after they said they only wanted money, not lives; otherwise, the three of them wouldn't have been so polite. Of course, everyone could see through it — they were just a bunch of street thugs not worth worrying about.
Meng Shaotao loved this kind of thing. With his hands behind his back, he scolded them while pacing back and forth in front of the group.
The airs of a big shot he put on made his friends roll their eyes, and they couldn't be bothered with them, continuing their barbecue, letting him act pretentious on his own...
"Boom!"
"Rumble..."
