Fatty Diao dropped his head. It was his unlucky day.
He wanted to get back his eight million yuan. Not only did he fail to do so, he also lost more money.
'Two items from my collection? They might as well take my life!'
"Dammit, why is that little son of a b*tch so strong?" He muttered to himself. He wanted to cry but there were no tears left.
"Whatever. At least I'm not getting beaten up anymore. I'll let this slide for now, and I'll find another way to ruin those sons of b*tches next time." Fatty Diao smirked coldly as he plotted his next move.
Qin Gang happened to see that.
"What are you smirking about?" He said while slapping Fatty Diao one more time.
"Not so hard, Master Qin!" Fatty Diao said with a frown.
Then, he walked toward the car dejectedly.
All of a sudden, they noticed a convoy of cars coming from the opposite direction. The car in the lead was a black BMW, and behind it were several minivans.
