"Cut the bullshit!"
Da Zhuang glared coldly at Yang Bing and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing with the knife? Thinking of chopping up Brother Fat?"
"I wouldn't dare! Not dare at all!"
"Don't get me wrong, Brother Zhuang, even if I chopped myself, I wouldn't dare chop Brother Fat!"
"Come in quick, Brother Zhuang. What does Brother Fat want with me?"
Yang Bing realized what was happening, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat. He hurriedly threw the fruit knife aside.
Da Zhuang snorted coldly and stepped aside with his burly body.
Following him, several men entered.
The leader, pale and plump with a height of one meter fifty, had a sinister look in his eyes.
He clamped a cigarette between his lips, his arm wrapped around a seductive woman.
In front of everyone, his hand roamed without restraint,
"You fucking mutt, getting cocky, aren't you!"
Brother Fat kicked Yang Bing in the stomach, strolling in with the seductive woman in his arms.
"This is fucking foul!"
