"Threatening them?" Han Ye sneered upon hearing the man's words. "The weak threatens, the strong promises."
Johnny's mother scoffed, "What's the difference? They are the same."
Han Ye sighed and shook his head. His expression was as if he was disappointed by their level of understanding. "Probability of executing what one said... And I will use all my power to make sure that all of your boys get what they deserve."
Johnny's father laughed. He folded his arms and looked at Han Ye up and down with a disdainful gaze, as if he was looking at a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of his shoes.
When Xiao Zhihao saw Johnny's father's expression, he bunched his fists, as he had seen that expression so many times on Johnny's face, especially when the bigger teenager picked on him. He looked at Han Ye, hoping that the man would do something, so when Han Ye remained calm and collected, Xiao Zhihao felt a little disappointed.
