"Grandpa Xu, rest assured, I absolutely won't dare to trouble you again in the future, not even if I'm beaten to death," Zhao Dahua said, his face full of fear, as Xu Wendong had already intimidated him with his strength.
Faced with someone as ruthless as him, unless one resorted to firearms, there was no chance of victory by manpower alone.
However, he also knew once firearms were used, it would certainly bring about utter disaster.
"I hope you keep your word," Xu Wendong scoffed, then rode his bicycle and disappeared into the torrential rain. If not for his apprehension about Black Dragon Hall and not wanting to fall out with them, he would have certainly given Zhao Dahua a harsh beating.
Conversely, if he really fell out with Black Dragon Hall, his future days would surely be tough. He worried Black Dragon Hall might trouble his cousin, which was something he didn't want to see.
