"Boss, do we make a move or not?" The seven men couldn't hold back anymore, looking at their boss, somewhat impatient. They still had things to do, and this Grand Young Master was just looking for trouble. He was having fun with a beauty in a bar, and then dragged them out in the middle of the night. If you weren't the young master, who would give a damn about you?
"What's the rush? The young master hasn't spoken yet!" The smoking man said irritably. If we were going to act, we would have done it already. Why the hell are we waiting here?
"Boss, it's not that we're complaining, but we really shouldn't be risking our necks for this young master, right? We're under the old man's command; what's he to us?" the seven men complained indignantly. This young master is nothing but a fool, flaunting his family's power and influence, acting all high and mighty—he's a total asshole.