Shit, when Feng Zhixiao first handed over a set of sample patterns to the garment factory, he just asked them to make one set following that format. But who would have known that the patterns Feng Zhixiao provided were for the uniforms of the Jinsheng Hotel's staff, complete with embroidered text? Therefore, the garment factory produced them in exact one-to-one scale; there wasn't a single discrepancy.
"Brothers, are you afraid of death?" Feng Zhixiao, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked coldly at the crowd below him and said, "This time, that bastard Yan Bu'er has the nerve to sneak attack us again. Are you scared?"
"Not afraid! Not afraid!" The crowd waved their arms in unison.
"Very good!" Feng Zhixiao sneered and shouted, "The brothers inside, bring out the alcohol!"
