"Cooperation? Haha... Brother Hu, I don't think so."
The tattooed man scanned Brother Hu from head to toe, seeing his dispirited, spooked demeanor; he couldn't help but sneer.
Brother Hu immediately knew things were bad. He had just been shoved around by Yu Shiran twice, and his body felt as if it was falling apart, inevitably looking quite pathetic.
Compared to the tattooed man whose face was half-covered in blood, Brother Hu seemed even more unfortunate.
"What do you mean by that?"
Despite feeling alarmed, Brother Hu still managed to put on a very authoritative expression and said with a cold voice.
"Let's cut the crap. We're all adults here."
