The noisy pool hall suddenly quieted down.
"Who is it?"
Wang Jue's icy gaze swept over his pitiful subordinates, which included his brother-in-law.
"Brother-in-law, you must stand up for me."
"Shut up. What exactly happened? Horse Face, you speak."
"Boss."
Supported by someone, Horse Face organized his words, "A friend gave us 200,000 yuan to take down a guy, so we went."
"And you didn't take him down, but got beaten up like this instead? How many people were there on the other side? Didn't you guys check before going?"
Wang Jue looked at his disheveled subordinates with a hint of frustration, as his seven or eight men had been beaten down to a pulp, completely embarrassing him.
"Brother-in-law, it was just one man, a freeloader pretty boy."
"One freeloader pretty boy got you seven or eight guys beaten to a pulp?" Wang Jue turned to his brother-in-law. Although he was known to mess things up, Horse Face and the others were seasoned in the criminal world.
