Anger flared up within Chu Yang as he glared at the people who were beating someone, "Who are you? Why did you burn his cargo truck and beat him?"
Out of the seven or eight men, one with a nose ring and an extremely arrogant expression stepped forward, pointing a steel pipe at Chu Yang, "Kid, this is none of your business, scram!"
With an indifferent and merciless gaze, Chu Yang looked at the man with the nose ring, "I'm asking you again, who are you? Why did you burn his cargo truck, beat him, and threaten him to no longer do business with Qingcao Hall and Yunxi Village?"
The man with the nose ring showed impatience, cursing non-stop, "Who the fuck are you? Mind your own business."
"Kid, if you don't want to die, then get lost quickly. Stop trying to act like a hero here. You think you can mess with us? You're looking for death."
"If you don't scram now, don't blame us for not being polite," said the others intimidatingly, cursing at Chu Yang loudly.
