Mo Huasong looked at these men and asked strangely, "I don't know any of you. Are you guys looking for trouble with me?"
None of the men in front of him knew Martial Arts, they didn't stand a chance against Mo Huasong.
"We don't know you either, but I know that shorty behind you, he's called Fat Dragon, he's renowned as a top-notch swindler in the underworld. Damn it, I was tricked out of a hundred thousand by him last time." The man angrily pointed at Fat Dragon behind him.
Mo Huasong turned his head and asked Fat Dragon, "Did you swindle his money again?"
"What do you mean again? I only swindled him once!" Fat Dragon swiftly shook his head.
"What? You really swindled him." Mo Huasong sighed. "You should go and explain it to him properly. I'm out of this."
