Brother Hwu was still scared stiff, lying on the ground begging for mercy, while Yang Jian played with the live streaming room.
He didn't mind revealing his identity as an international ghost controller; after all, many people knew about it. It was just the general public who were kept in the dark, but all the rich and powerful people knew about the international ghost controllers stationed in the city.
"Brother Tui, do you need to pull a gun? That ammo is pretty expensive," said Zhang Wei, walking over at this moment.
Yang Jian said, "I can't just hug in public and fight it out like you, right? People who don't know better might think we're doing something else. As someone with status, I can't brawl like you do. It's embarrassing. Besides, there are over a hundred thousand people watching in the live streaming room right now. You should be mindful of the influence. It would be awful if word got out."
"I don't want to be called a pervert when I walk down the street."
