"Boss, since you're in such a hurry, I'll cut to the chase, but well, there's a lot to this story!"
Pan Kunlun wore a serious and grave expression. Mid-sentence, he even flicked his lighter and lit a cigarette, completely ignoring Qin Chuan's murderous gaze and playing it cool.
"Pan!"
Qin Chuan, with all seriousness, said, "Your mastery in the art of blathering has advanced yet another step. I, as the boss, am truly no match for you. How about we brothers go out and practice some punches and kicks?"
At that, a look of terror suddenly appeared on Pan Kunlun's usually jovial face; he quickly snuffed out his cigarette and laughed sheepishly: "Boss, those four guys, they entered from Divine Bull Country a month ago, led by the internationally infamous mercenary of the past two years—Snow Wolf."
"And he used to be with the Death God Mercenary Corps, which you wiped out. After that, he went solo."
