"Kid, don't tell me you think a simple phone call is enough to scare me?"
Meng Feis didn't command the hundred or so men armed with machetes to charge forward and chop Xu Fan into mincemeat.
Rather than indulging in such a dull game, he wanted to see how long this young Huaxia man could hold his ground in front of nearly a hundred machetes.
"I didn't mean to scare you."
Xu Fan responded calmly, eliciting a hearty laugh from Meng Feis.
"I must say, your act is quite convincing."
"Fine! I'll humor you today! Twenty minutes from now, I want you to surprise me!"
Xu Fan's composure irked Meng Feis, reigniting a competitive spirit that hadn't flared up in quite some time.
He decided to grant Xu Fan twenty minutes, after which he would trample the fellow into dust!
Upon receiving Meng Feis's directive, the muscle at the Black Clinic instinctively glanced at the wall clock.
It was now nine forty, twenty minutes later would be ten o'clock, and then they could make their move.
