Brother Biao suppressed his inner fear, sweating profusely, and stuttered, "B-big bro, do you want to watch some pole dancing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned against a handrail by the car door and started tremblingly rubbing against it.
The two lackeys who were standing at the door ready to assist saw their boss trembling with jelly-like legs while holding the steel pillar, and felt immensely curious. They too walked in.
When they saw a car full of soldiers, and their two companions collapsed in the aisle, their legs gave way, and they slumped to the floor.
Wu Xiaoyu gently patted Brother Biao, preparing to ask him questions, but with just a casual pat, Brother Biao collapsed to the floor!
"Hey! Don't you dare play dead!" Fan Biao held back his laughter, walked up to Brother Biao, kicked him, and cursed.
Brother Biao and his crew were mentally tumultuous, trembling involuntarily, and with that kick, they immediately held their heads and cried out.
