Brother Spice Ginger shook his head with a cold smile, "I'll send you the medical expenses later as repayment for that meal."
The man in the suit was dumbfounded. This could actually work?
Before the man in the suit could regain his composure, Brother Spice Ginger's men had already taken action.
A cudgel smashed straight down onto the thigh root of the man in the suit with a crack. Onlookers saw him rolling on the ground in agony.
"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like racing is out of the picture for you for the rest of your life, huh?" Brother Spice Ginger said with a strange laugh as he watched the man on the ground.
Seeing their companion like this, the man's friends couldn't help but have their hair stand on end. Had they actually crippled the man in the suit?
