Li Xiaobao glanced at the two men who had swiftly positioned themselves before him, his expression immediately turned cold, and he took two steps back. Though he had never faced life or death before, the stench of blood wafted from these two people.
Clearly, the men before him had taken lives, and more than just one.
"Thinking of leaving? Humph," sneered Sun Mingda as he watched Li Xiaobao, then sat back in his seat and said indifferently, "What? You don't want to deal with Wang Jianjun anymore?"
Deal with Wang Jianjun?
Hearing Sun Mingda's words, Li Xiaobao let out a faint laugh. Right now, he wished nothing more than for Wang Jianjun to be beaten to death by them. Why would he care about Wang Jianjun?
With that thought, Li Xiaobao waved his hand dismissively and said, "Do whatever you want. It would be best if you beat Wang Jianjun to death. It's none of my damn business!"