This time, Despicable Quan brought ten of his lackeys over. Upon Feng Tianqi's arrival, the gangsters took out their weapons. Some carried truncheons while others brandished long knives.
The hooligans revved their engines while facing Feng Tianqi, making terrifying loud noises.
Brother Quan raised a hand and was about to command "Go!".
Suddenly, a tyrannical voice rang out. "Excuse me, even though Shangde extends its hospitality to its guests, we don't like gangsters. Please scram!"
Brother Quan's blood boiled.
"Who dares to speak like this!"
He turned his head to see who was so unafraid of death.
Yin Shaojie had no intention of hiding at all. At over 1.8 meters in height he was the center of attention.
Brother Quan thought he looked familiar. "You are?"
Contempt tugged at the corners of Yin Shaojie's mouth. "You're in my territory, yet you don't know who I am?"
