"Boss, are you alright?"
One of Zhu Ba's underlings was supporting him as he moaned non-stop while getting out of the jeep.
After being taught a lesson by Ning Fan, the whole group had returned to town.
"Do I look like I'm alright? Argh! It hurts like hell!" Zhu Ba grimaced in pain as he looked at the underling supporting him, his complexion very unsightly.
His face was a mix of blues and purples, with not a single part of his body left in peace, especially after Liu Dashun was encouraged by Ning Fan to greet him with a steel pipe, Zhu Ba's hatred deepened.
Clutching the backpack that Ning Fan gave him filled with one million, a flicker of greed and gravity passed through Zhu Ba's eyes.
Honestly, that one million wasn't easy to get, having been kicked by Ning Fan and beaten up by Liu Dashun.
Zhu Ba had no intention of keeping the peace just because he took the one million; he was determined to settle the score with Ning Fan and his crew.
