"Manager Zhao, if the boss can't win, do you have to call the underlings to grab weapons? No need to rush, Captain Ma isn't dead yet," Lin Tian said indifferently, his hand still clutching Ma Xiangrong firmly.
Manager Zhao looked at Ma Xiangrong, who was kneeling on the ground in pain, and shivered himself. The Ma Xiangrong he knew was a vicious man, yet now he was crying and snivelling in pain, tears and snot dripping onto the floor.
Being bullied so miserably on his own turf, what could be more tragic? Manager Zhao trembled as he addressed Lin Tian, stammeringly saying, "You... you'd better let go of Captain Ma, or when his brothers come charging in, I won't be able to stop them."
"Come on, let his underlings come more fiercely, or you'll never get another chance," Lin Tian said, looking at him nonchalantly.
