Song Yu hoped that he could stand up to these thugs.
"What the hell are you!" The man with the scarred face was furious, rushing over to Song Yu's side, pressing his head directly onto the table, with a sharp dagger slamming into the table beside him.
The dagger was grazing Song Yu's face.
He sneered, "Kid, you've got a big mouth, huh? Come on, get cocky for me again!"
Song Yu almost pissed himself.
"Spare me, hero!"
"It's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"
The scar-faced man laughed loudly, "Boys, tell him who the boss is!"
His followers taunted, "Never heard of Brother Liu's name?"
"In this area, whoever Brother Liu wants dead, will die!"
"Even Jesus can't do a thing!"
"You are Qiao Liu, Brother Liu?"
All the Song family members were plunged into panic.
Qiao Liu was the Underground Emperor of this area.
"Brother Liu, you're generous, but this Song Nailiang has nothing to do with our Song family."
