Looking at Lin Mengjie's swollen face, Old Fifth Yang clenched his teeth in rage, wishing he could kill He Biao and Hu Liang. But he really couldn't do it.
He Biao and Hu Liang had come alone, and if he took advantage of having more men to deal with them, he might as well not be the boss anymore. But of the men at his side, not one was a match for He Biao in a fair fight, and he couldn't recover his dignity this way.
After gritting his teeth in silence for a while, Old Fifth Yang waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "You guys go on."
"Eldest Brother!" Old Fifth Yang's subordinates looked at him in astonishment, some anxiously said, "Eldest Brother, we have to avenge Manager Lin!"
"No need..." Lin Mengjie slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and stared coldly at He Biao, "Mr. He, you actually hit a girl, huh huh, you really think you're formidable."
