Mu Jinyu's gaze was ice cold, exuding a bone-chilling air.
Upon making eye contact with him, Liu Zhiqiang felt a chill envelop his entire body, as if he had plummeted into an ice cellar.
He abruptly bit down on the tip of his tongue, and the searing pain quickly brought him back to his senses. Then, glaring at Mu Jinyu, he snapped, "That's right, I was playing you, got a problem with that?"
"I have a problem!"
At this moment, the long-haired youth who had followed Liu Zhiqiang in, apparently the leader of this gang, suddenly spoke up.
When Liu Zhiqiang heard the long-haired youth speak, his heart sank with a thud, feeling a bad premonition. He hurriedly turned to look at him, putting on a butt-kissing smile, and asked, "Brother Jian, what problem do you have?"
