Ma Liang had brought quite a few of his boys this time, Scarface and Chen Wei were among them.
A line of men, holding clubs and knives, bearing tattoos on their bodies, at least fifty people had gathered in the room.
Ma Ming had also asked Brother Ma for a flamethrower, which he wrapped in clothes and placed on the table.
Currently, sitting outside with Ma Liang drinking, he opened his mouth to complain, "Is it the times that are changing too fast or are we just getting old? Why does it seem like every Tom, Dick, and Harry is coming out to provoke us these days?"
Ma Liang took a sip and clinked glasses with him, saying soothingly, "Third brother, don't let a little setback make you doubt your life! It's just a bug, we'll squash him later and it'll be fine."
Ma Ming said with a frown, "His martial arts are quite formidable, we can't underestimate him!"
