"So you've made up your mind to go against me, is that it?" Xu Ke shoved the bank card into Mr. Song's jacket pocket, his slender fingers merely touched Mr. Song's clothes, yet bizarrely made him feel a chill, making the hair on his body, including his head, stand on end.
"So what if we are? Don't think just because you have more people, you can be arrogant. Let me tell you, in today's society, it's not about numbers, it's about money and power. If any of you dare to touch us, especially Song, I'll make sure none of you get out unscathed. Don't believe me? Try it." The man pointed at Mr. Song and said.
Mr. Song originally intended to keep peace; he never wanted to escalate the matter, yet events kept pushing him toward an unwelcome outcome.
At this moment, bitterness coated Mr. Song's tongue, numbness spread to its root, akin to swallowing two pounds of bitter almond, a flavor so bitter it made one want to vomit.
