After he passionately finished speaking, everyone in the car looked at each other.
"Those with guts, follow me!" the scar-faced man got out of the car, glanced back, but did not see anyone else moving.
"Go for it, bro."
"Yeah, we're counting on you!"
...
The scar-faced man's hand holding the knife trembled: "What do you mean? You're not coming with me?"
"Our boss has already given in to others. If he doesn't dare, why would we?"
"Yeah, bro, we can't risk our lives..."
The scar-faced man was stunned.
He never expected that his usually bold companions would all shrink back at this moment.
He turned his head, and indeed, saw his boss laughing and chatting with others. His heart skipped a beat.
Damn, he acted too hastily.
...
"Bro, we're on a mission here. Could you please let us through?"
"What a coincidence, I'm also on a mission." No. 4 smirked wickedly and took out a stun baton, poking the man's chest. "Hand them over."
