Crack!
Amid the metallic clang of the blade striking the scabbard, the man sneered coldly as he surveyed his surroundings, the bullet scar on his cheek seeming to puff up somewhat.
Under the sweep of his rigid glass eye, the smugglers instantly fell silent, leaving only a chorus of heavy breaths and yearning gazes.
Only then did Shi Ziqiang begin to speak, in a voice even deeper than one might have imagined.
"Instead of you questioning me,
"it's time for me to question you—
"Do you think the situation as it is now, is due to my planning negligence, or your lousy acting?"
The crowd's faces softened at once, and after exchanging glances, they all turned to stare at the mother-daughter pair in the corner.
"No, Brother Shi, it's not our fault."
"It's that damn kid!"
"Exactly, if Du Yimei hadn't looked back, those little Vanguards would have died long ago!!"
"Aaah, you damn kid, get lost, aaah!!!"
