"This tomb of sartorial elegance, I'll be moving it in a week. Do you think there's a problem with that?"
Ye Xiao had already stepped within two meters in front of Dao Brother.
"No... No problem! Whatever makes you happy!"
Dao Brother was indeed frightened.
Even when facing that Mr., he had never felt such a strong sense of oppression.
Every hair on his body stood on end, and had he not known that Mr.'s capabilities might not be inferior to Ye Xiao's, he probably would have been kneeling and begging for mercy by now.
Such small-time hoodlums, even if they possessed some reputation, simply could not be mentioned in the same breath as people like Wang Hu.
Wang Hu himself, even when facing Ye Xiao, if he felt confident inside, could still stand in front of Ye Xiao.
But, he couldn't.
This was the gap between a hoodlum and a boss.
"Do you need me to teach you how to report back to your Mr.?"
Ye Xiao spoke again.
"No... no need... I know how!"
