"So you know me, the no-good that I am?" Fang Liu's gaze fell coldly on Qiao Le.
Shivering, Qiao Le hastened to say, "Master Fang Liu, if you're no-good, then there's nobody worthwhile in the whole city. Who doesn't know that you're a famous big shot around the airport area?"
"I started as a mere street thug, and it seems like I heard you say just now that being a street thug is no-good. By that logic, I'm no-good, right?" Fang Liu sneered.
Offending the leader of a gang was a one-way road to death!
Qiao Le's legs gave out, and he knelt on the ground, pleading urgently, "Master Fang Liu, I was just joking, I didn't mean to make fun of you, really, I absolutely didn't."
Smack!
A heavy slap landed on Qiao Le's face, knocking out two of his teeth.
"Damn your grandmother, you dare to look down on Xiao Jiu, you believe I'll have someone chop you up and throw you into the river to feed the fish tonight?"
