"Motherfucker, there are just too many show-offs in this world, plain and simple, they're asking for a beating."
Han Xu twisted his neck, giving Zhou Qing a cold glance.
Zhou Qing remained unmoved, standing his ground.
In Anzhou County, could he really be trampled by others?
About ten minutes later, a black sedan pulled up in front of the county guest house, followed by several vans.
As the car door opened, Chen Wen stepped out first. From the vans, more than twenty burly men armed with clubs strode out in a formidable procession.
He had just heard someone challenging Zhou Qing over the phone, which had prompted him to quickly bring his people over.
All the way there, he floored the throttle to 100, not caring about any speed limits.
"Brother Qing."
Chen Wen entered with his people, and those following him swiftly restrained the few individuals present.
"Wen... Brother Wen?"
Han Xu was stunned, his knees buckling in fright, as he slumped to the ground.
