"Your gang operates on a system of collective responsibility, where leaders like you must step forward and take the blame when subordinates err. I'm not interested in playing games with each and every one of Hesheng Hall's members, after I beat the underlings, then comes the Boss. After the third in command, comes the second, so I've decided to wipe you out in one go,"
Chen Feng lit up a Cuban cigar, puffing away before arrogantly glancing over at them, "None of you are good people, and neither am I. To put it unpleasantly, you're the trash of society, vermin. Anyone who joins the underworld will meet their end sooner or later; it's just a matter of time. You, as well as I, are destined for that fate, only I'm far more ruthless than you."
