"He Wentian, you really won't give me any face," Wu Tong's face darkened.
"Heh, Mr. Wu, even if I were willing to give you face, you'd have to ask if my men are willing to give you any," He Wentian had barely finished his words when all his men stood up, arms akimbo, looking at him with ill intent.
"You old fart, your face is worth shit. You expect our Brother Tian to give you face? Get lost!" One of He Wentian's men sauntered over to Wu Tong, took a drag of his cigarette, and then spat it out at his face, smirking as he spoke.
"When adults are talking, children should keep their mouths shut. Who do you think you are!"
Wu Tong slapped him across the face in an instant, causing the man to swallow his cigarette butt and cough continuously. Now even a nobody dared to strut around Wu Tong as if he were a toothless tiger.
