"Is that any of your business?"
Blondey scoffed disdainfully and called out without looking back, "Brothers, this kid is Greg Jensen. The top brass ordered us to take one of his arms, the rest is up to you.
As long as you don't kill him, each of you gets ten grand!"
"You got it!"
"Take him down..."
Hearing that there was ten grand per person, the young guys immediately got excited and charged over, wielding their clubs.
Blondey also picked up a club and followed behind.
At this moment, Kingsley Harrison and the others also followed over, and upon seeing the scene before them, their faces immediately went pale with fear. Kingsley stammered, "Boss, shouldn't we call the patrol officers?"
"Yeah, you should hide inside first, and I'll call the police right away."
Greg Jensen slowly shook his head and said indifferently, "Looks like there's no way to talk this out properly!"
He snorted coldly, kicked one person in front of him unconscious, and then plunged into the crowd.
