"Brother Cheng..." Luo Bin was seething with anger and said, "You're really letting me down here!"
No sooner had Luo Bin finished speaking than a loud slap rang out. Cheng Tuzi slapped him across the face, pointed at Luo Bin's face, and shouted fiercely, "I'm looking out for you, damn it, I've been standing here catching the wind for over an hour, isn't that considerate enough!"
The burning pain on Luo Bin's face, and the fact that Zhang Ling stood by, made him feel like he had lost all his dignity!
Soon, the rumble of motorcycles started up; several thugs whistled at Zhang Ling, and then nine motorcycles roared away!
Watching the motorcycles disappear into the distance, Luo Bin was solidly made a fool of this time. Not only did he fail to block Zhao Yang and lost one hundred thousand yuan, but he also got slapped by Cheng Tuzi, losing all face, and felt incredibly frustrated!
