"Brother Fei, I'm sure of it!"
On the other side of the coffee table, the high-ranking members of the Shark Gang stood solemnly, each covered in tattoos, with a few men bulging with muscles, exuding a sinister aura.
The speaker was a punk with earrings and explosive hair. He knelt in the middle of two rows of higher-ups, looking as lowly as an eunuch in an ancient palace.
Afraid that Da Fei wouldn't believe him, the earring guy added, "Ji Mize just called and told me. He originally went with Brother Long to West爵 Bar to clear people out, but unexpectedly encountered some martial artists. Now, Brother Long is not only crippled, but the ambulance is still delayed..."
With these words, the surrounding gang higher-ups all showed anger on their faces.
Viper roared, "Someone actually dared to harm the Shark Gang's people; they must be tired of living!"
"This is outrageous, these kind of commoners must be killed!"
