Upon hearing that, Niu Er burst into even louder laughter.
The surrounding goons laughed themselves into a frenzy, so hard that their machetes nearly dropped to the ground.
Clutching his belly, Niu Er pointed at Shen Zhou with his knife, "Kid, you've got the most bizarre brains I've ever seen! Quite fascinating, how is that head of yours formed to spout such nonsense?"
"You want me, Niu Er, to kneel on the ground, trembling in fear, rat out who hired me, and then give them a good beating as well? Heh, you're so darn cute. Do you want me to go crazy cheering for you, shouting '666' for you?"
The crowd burst into another round of raucous laughter.
Suddenly, four or five Mercedes SUVs sped up from behind them, haphazardly sandwiching them in the middle.
Then, the car doors swung open with a whoosh, and a group of goons jumped out.
In their hands, they held sabers even longer and thicker than their own, slowly advancing towards them.
Leading them was none other than Zhang Ziyan!
