Damn it, back then Feng Zhixiao just took a sample set and threw it to the clothing factory, demanding they make a set according to that format. But who would've thought Feng Zhixiao picked the uniforms of the Jinsheng Hotel waitstaff. There were even embroidered words on it. So, the factory made it exactly one-to-one, without any deviation.
"Brothers, are you afraid of death?" Feng Zhixiao, with a cigarette in his mouth, looked coldly at the crowd below the stage and said, "This time, that bird-brained Yan Bu'Er dared to ambush us again. Are you scared?"
"Not afraid! Not afraid!" The crowd waved their arms one after another.
"Very good!" Feng Zhixiao snorted lightly and shouted, "Brothers inside, bring out the wine!"
