"Fuck you!"
Li Xuewen was fuming with anger, and when he saw Song Weimin pleading for Zhou Qing, he slapped Song Weimin across the face!
He pointed at Song Weimin's nose and said, "It seems you really have become Zhou Qing's goddamn lapdog, huh? Fine! I'll give you a chance. Either kneel down before me and kowtow to admit your wrongs right now, or get beaten to a cripple by my brothers!"
"Let me tell you, my brothers have got some really dirty hands!"
Song Weimin was immediately startled, and cold sweat streamed down his face.
Looking at the menacing crowd, he cast a pleading look towards Zhou Qing.
"Still fucking looking at him?" Li Xuewen kicked Song Weimin in the chest and cursed with his finger pointing at Song Weimin's nose, "Is he your dad? Even if your real dad was here today, he couldn't protect you!"
"Brothers! Get him!"
As Li Xuewen gave the order, just as his men were about to make their move, a roar was heard.
"Stop right there!"
