"Is this what you call 'asking'?
Is this how you 'ask' people?" A middle-aged wealthy man sneered, his voice laden with fury.
"Bang—"
The man pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger.
"Ah—" The middle-aged tycoon screamed, lying on the ground with his bloody thigh covered, screaming incessantly.
The man cleared the smoke from the gun's muzzle, opened his mouth unhurriedly and said, "I, Scorpion, do not like being interrupted."
"Understand?"
The crowd grew silent, daring not to make a sound.
"I understand, I understand!"
The middle-aged tycoon nodded continuously, his face pale with pain.
Scorpion was quite pleased with everyone's reaction, and signaled to his subordinates, "Apply some antiseptic on him, don't let him die."
"Let me introduce myself, I am known as Scorpion."
"These are my partners, Snake, Centipede, Spider, Toad."
Upon hearing Scorpion's words, many of the tycoons looked alarmed.