Lin Mu's sword-like brows lifted, and he barked righteously, "Gathering a crowd to cause trouble, attacking a licensed entertainment venue—I have every right to suspect you're criminals engaged in violent acts. Now, all of you, hands on your heads and squat on the floor…"
The seven or eight burly guys all had weird looks on their faces, their eyes like they were watching some attention-seeking idiot clown.
Yeah, if you were a full-time detective, maybe our young master would at least think about how to handle this. But you're just a temp, the kind that can be fired without even doing paperwork, and you dare act this cocky? You slapped Young Master Qi's little face in public—if that's not asking to die, what is? If you're tired of living, go jump in the Huangpu River, why the hell do you have to mess with Young Master Qi? Do you have any idea People have a thousand ways to make you beg for life and beg for death?
"Good, real good! Truly impressive!"
