Seeing the people lying outside the restaurant, Wu Gang stood up leisurely, looked at Cheng Ge, and asked, "I've always said that you and your people are nothing special. What do you think now?"
By Cheng Ge's side, the groans of the injured continued unabated. Cheng Ge's gaze now harbored no disdain as he looked at Wu Gang again, only fear.
That was more than a hundred people, easily dealt with by just three men, and now they couldn't even rise to their feet—how formidable they must be.
Without any exaggeration, compared to Wu Gang's men, these individuals were as different as heaven is from earth.
This also indirectly highlighted how incredibly powerful Wu Gang must be, having not yet made a move himself.
How could Cheng Ge dare to be arrogant in front of Wu Gang now? Though he cared about saving face, his life was more important. If he lost his life, what use would his face be? Even those entrenched in the underworld were deeply afraid in this situation.
