"It seems that the lesson I just gave you wasn't enough," Qin Jiang's anger flared. Why do these jerks always seek death?
"Qin Jiang..." Xu Muge shook his arm, "In Jinling City, where we are strangers, it's better to keep a low profile."
Hearing the tone of the other party, it appeared that the big shot behind the Tiannan Clubhouse wasn't someone simple.
Qin Jiang shook his head lightly, "No worries, in front of me, none of them can act arrogantly. Even if Old Ghost Xu arrives, he'll have to welcome me in respectfully, so how can his dogs dare to be insolent toward me?!"
With his energy shaking, Manager Yang, who was already half-dead, spat out blood, convulsed all over, and was thrown out by Qin Jiang like he was tossing garbage.
"Bastard!" Chen Nanfeng roared angrily, his voice thunderous, "If you can leave here alive today, I'll write my name, Chen Nanfeng, backwards!"