This speech was effective; if even a minor gang could bravely seek vengeance without fear of death, continuously being called shrinking turtles, then they, the Angel, a mysterious organization numerous times stronger and armed with sophisticated weaponry, would truly become shrinking turtles if they were to tolerate any longer.
Finally, under his last fierce push, full of irony and provocation, Qinghe also made up his mind.
Although slender, his voice was rich and powerful, the Adam's apple on his neck trembling slightly, "Alright, since Brother Liu has put it that way, we, the Angel, will follow through. After all, we cannot let Brother Liu face them alone."
