"So you know me, the no-good that I am?" Fang Liu's gaze fell coldly on Qiao Le.
Shivering, Qiao Le hastened to say, "Master Fang Liu, if you're no-good, then there's nobody worthwhile in the whole city. Who doesn't know that you're a famous big shot around the airport?"
"I started as a mere street thug, and it seems I heard you say just now that being a street thug is no-good. By that logic, I'm no-good, right?" Fang Liu sneered.
Offending a gang leader was a one-way ticket to death!
Qiao Le's legs gave out, and he knelt directly on the ground, pleading urgently, "Master Fang Liu, I was just joking! I didn't mean to make fun of you, really, I absolutely didn't."
SMACK!
A heavy slap landed on Qiao Le's face, knocking out two of his front teeth.
"Son of a bitch! How dare you look down on Xiao Jiu? You think I'm kidding? I'll have someone chop you up and throw you in the river to feed the fish tonight!"
