Liu Qinglong indeed took a step forward.
Jiang Yueping was incredibly smug.
His son-in-law was involved in the underworld! A big shot in the northern city, the leader of the Qinglong Gang!
"Azure Dragon, hurry up and kick this guy out! And make sure to teach him a lesson!"
—Bang—
A heavy punch came flying, landing squarely on Jiang Yueping's face.
He felt the world spin around him, stumbled a few steps, and almost fell over.
Covering his pained face, he looked shocked, "Son-in-law... did you hit the wrong person? Don't hit me, hit him!"
He pointed his finger at King.
Liu Qinglong's expression changed in an instant, shedding any semblance of the aloof and detached personality, his eyes bulging like brass bells.
With an enraged bellow, he thundered, "Scarface!"
At his call, a man with a scar on his face burst in.
Dressed in filthy rags and looking very scruffy, he clutched a knife in his hand.