"Get lost, damn it!" Xiang Hua shouted with a disgusted expression, then kicked the pockmarked face to the side.
"Brother Hua, that person really has a problem, it must have been him." The pockmarked face said in a panic.
"I know, I know." Xiang Hua said impatiently, then coldly looked towards the door, his heart filled with hate for that non-surrendering man!
"Come with me." Xiang Hua slammed the table angrily and shouted. Following that, dozens of gangsters all stood up and followed Xiang Hua with a quick stride towards the basement. When they passed the first floor, they saw the hallway littered with corpses, no one dared to speak; at most, they just sighed.
"Go, storm in for me, catch as many as you can, but don't fucking let a single one escape." Zhu Ziming was by Liu Mou's side yelling into the radio, extremely agitated.
After shouting, Zhu Ziming disregarded his own safety, stood up, and shouted loudly, then dashed toward the money exchange hotel.
