The crouching Yan Hua raised his head pitifully and said, "Grandpa, we really didn't mean to."
Those who mixed in the underworld knew when to shrink and when to stand tall, and the situation was clearly not in their favor. The other party was a tough character, and the consequences of continuing to oppose them were predictable; they would definitely be done in.
"Hmph, I, Wang Zhongguo, wouldn't dare claim to have a grandson like you," the old man Wang Zhong retorted angrily before turning to Lin Fan with a suddenly gentle gaze, "Little Fan, what do you think we should do about this?"
Lin Fan replied, "Old Master, I believe they must be part of a gang. I want them to take me to see the situation."
Old Master Wang understood Lin Fan's intentions.
