"Damn it, I don't need you dictating how I make my money. Fuck off, I've decided and it's a done deal. You just follow my orders and stop your bloody nagging," a hoarse voice barked, clearly angry. The heavy-handed manner of speech and the absolute authority in the voice probably belonged to the gang leader.
"Geez, the old leader's body ain't even cold yet and you're playing games with the gang like you own it. Don't underestimate our resistance. I, Dragon_three, refuse to accept this," a loud voice retorted without backing down.
"What the fuck, you're the one not accepting? What, you want a piece of me? Tonight, you're going to fucking understand my authority," the leader jeered, his sinister laughter echoing out. Zhang Ziwen, who was eavesdropping outside, furrowed his brows.
"Heh, since it's in the open, I dare you to try me. Dragon_three won't fall for your shit," Dragon_three responded with a cold laugh.
"You're getting ahead of yourself, Dragon!" Another voice chimed in.
