"Okay!"
He Chen chuckled sinisterly, called over Lao San, whispered a couple of sentences in his ear, and then walked out with Mo Han.
"Farewell Mister Mo, farewell Brother Chen!"
Liu Lao San hurriedly led his men in shouting after them. Once the two had left, a ferocious grin spread across his face.
"Li Changbin, isn't it? Quite the tough guy, aren't you? Daring to shake people and discipline Mister Mo? Do you fucking know how many of my men Mister Mo took down all by himself back in the day?"
"And you, Zhou Huai, you've been strutting around under my name, haven't you? You've fucking got the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard! Wanting to disable Mister Mo's limbs? Planning to extort a million from Mister Mo? Who the fuck gave you the courage?"
"Alright, you want to cripple Mister Mo's legs and hands? Then have a try for yourself!"
Liu Lao San's voice suddenly paused, then he roared fiercely, "Bring 'em here! I'm going to personally carve out their tendons!"
