At this scene, Zhao Duocai and his gang were all dumbfounded, each of them frozen in place, not daring to move. They were just some small-time gangsters, accustomed to minor scuffles, but killing someone was beyond their courage.
Moreover, these guys were armed; they didn't dare to make a move.
Zhao Duocai himself was stunned. Was Hao Jian really going to play tough? It was only then that Zhao Duocai realized his mistake—this guy was no useless pretty boy, but just like him, a player in the underworld.
"Whoever dares to move gets slaughtered," Brother Spice Ginger said coldly, his face stern.
"Yes!" Those men in black shouted in unison, glaring at Zhao Duocai with an ominous look.
And Su Xinran was also incredibly surprised. Hao Jian was so badass? She had thought Hao Jian was just a good kid who listened to his teachers.
Hao Jian grabbed Zhao Duocai's hair with one hand, hoisting him up, and sneered, "I gave you a chance, but it's a pity you didn't know how to seize it!"
