"I lost, I lost, still unwilling to acknowledge it, aren't you going too far?"
Ling Zhenfei's expression remained calm; in fact, he had come to the billiard hall just to stir up trouble. He wouldn't have been happy if no one caused him any trouble.
"What's too far about it? That's just the way it is. We're witnesses. If you don't want trouble, scram quickly or don't blame us brothers for being rude."
"What if I don't leave?"
Ling Zhenfei, with his arms crossed, looked at the two men, a shock running through his heart as he prepared to fight.
The blond man cracked his knuckles, the bones making a snapping sound, obviously trying to intimidate Ling Zhenfei.
"If you don't leave, we brothers will break your dog legs, and then see if you dare play dirty tricks again."
"Alright, I have indeed never seen what it looks like to have my arm broken myself. Come on then."
