"What, got a problem with that?" Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, staring steadily at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao's face changed and he stayed silent.
"Don't push your luck too much, Chen Fan!" Wang Yong fiercely frowned, speaking solemnly, "We could let go of minor issues, but your men beat up my little brother, how do we deal with that?"
While he spoke, Wang Yong swiftly glanced at the six special agents, realizing they were right there, bolstering his confidence.
In his view, with six special agents present, Chen Fan would definitely not dare to harm him and Wang Hao!
"How do you think we should settle this?" As if he had seen through Wang Yong's thoughts, Chen Fan gave a faint smile.
For some reason, seeing the smile that Chen Fan held at the corner of his mouth, a bad premonition rose from Wang Yong's heart.
"Cut off his hand and we can drop the matter!" All the customers were watching him and gritting his teeth, Wang Yong spoke.
