Zhang Wei felt that the moment to make a stand had come.
He could no longer remain silent; today, he had to let everyone know that there was nothing he couldn't do, besides dealing with those damn supernatural things.
So, Zhang Wei stood up.
"Gentlemen, by making a scene like this, you're only hurting yourselves. Brother Tui doesn't hold back when he gets going, and it's easy for a simple economic dispute to turn into a criminal case. You might just end up seeing your family in the newspaper tomorrow. So give me, Zhang Wei, some face, and let's forget this whole thing ever happened. Pack up your stuff and get out of here right away,"
he said with utmost seriousness and sincerity.
Then, in front of the crowd, he lifted his shirt.
A small, delicate fruit knife gleamed into view.
"Heh," Liu Chi chuckled coldly beside him, "You're still wet behind the ears, yet you dare act like you're in the underworld? Do you really think we came unprepared?"
After speaking, he gave a signal.
