"Boss... save me!"
Upon seeing Wang Yaoyang, Liu Cheng'en, who was limping, immediately crawled over, with the dinner knife still stuck in his leg.
Looking at the blood-spattered restaurant, Wang Yaoyang squinted his eyes, "Didn't you say this guy doesn't know kung fu?"
"He doesn't... He really doesn't know kung fu... but he brought a chick!"
Liu Cheng'en said painfully, trying to endure the agony.
"His chick can fight?"
Wang Yaoyang looked at Liu Cheng'en in confusion.
"No, it's not that his chick can fight..."
Liu Cheng'en hurriedly shook his head, but the next moment, Wang Yaoyang kicked his bloody leg directly, making him scream in pain.
"Can you just get to the damn point instead of playing riddles with me?"
Wang Yaoyang said with a gloomy face; he wasn't interested in wasting time here.
"It's... his chick... knows Qiu Qingyi, and Qiu Qingyi's people took us down... they even cut off my bodyguards' little fingers."
