Lai Yuejin clenched his fist, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "Damn it, I refuse to believe we can't handle them."
If they couldn't handle Li Fei, they must deal with the master; otherwise, he would look utterly incompetent, and he definitely needed to vent his frustration.
Zhu Biao asked, "What does Mr. Lai plan to do?"
"Meet up tonight, I am going personally."
On a dark and windy night, with incessant bed creaking sounds coming from the garbage recycling station in the western suburb, the rhythmic creaking of the bed was particularly startling in the quiet of the night, accompanied by enervating moans.
Outside the garbage recycling station, seven or eight cars drove up from afar, and after the cars stopped, about thirty or forty fierce-looking boys stepped out, led by Lai Yuejin and Zhu Biao.
"Old man, get the hell out here!" Lai Yuejin shouted as soon as he entered the yard.
