"You... you all..."
Like a black iron tower, Zhou Zhanlong sneered and stepped forward menacingly, while Ke Longxiang's face streamed with cold sweat.
He had thought that tonight he would be witnessing a heroic tale of a loyal warrior going alone to a meeting, but the reality was far from the drama...
In panic, Ke Longxiang swallowed hard, contemplating sending his followers to stand in for him while he took the chance to run as far away as possible.
This was still a society of law and order, and once they left the bar, he didn't believe Xu Fan's men would dare to cause trouble.
"Heh heh, Young Master Ke, where do you think you're running off to?"
Hu Busan wasn't blind to his intentions, and promptly cut off his escape route.
Seeing this, Ke Longxiang felt a wave of despair.
"Hmph, Zhou Zhanlong, you motherfucker, why aren't you moving your ass yet!"
