Everyone here was making a living off the big boss. They were used to bullying others, torching their houses, killing their people. But today, they were the ones whose place had been burned. It was an unbearable insult.
Wang Qingshan was a sensible man. He understood that his brothers said so half out of jealousy and half out of worry. He had been seriously harmed by Ye Tian and now had to get a master from the provincial city to sort it out. This made his own brothers seem redundant, and they naturally felt insecure.
"Big boss, let the brothers have a go. If one can't beat him, send ten. If ten can't beat him, send a hundred. I refuse to believe we can't kill that Ye Tian. With so many of us, we could pile on and crush him to death!"
"Enough, shut up!" Wang Qingshan said coldly.
His subordinates immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word. They knew the boss's temper well and knew that this was a matter that could lead to bloodshed.