Although he kept referring to him as President Bo, the question asked carried an interrogatory tone.
Bo Feng's face was icy,
"Do you hand over the video yourself, or should I take it personally?"
Bo Feng completely ignored the Leopard Print Man's words.
He had been watching the recorder strapped to the chest of the man in black.
As Bo Feng finished speaking, the Leopard Print Man laughed uncontrollably.
"President Bo, are you joking? Do you think all these brothers of mine are just for show?"
Then, the Leopard Print Man's laughter suddenly ceased.
A look of mockery crossed his face
"Brothers, today let President Bo personally try out the fists of the brothers, but remember, don't hurt him too badly."
With that, he raised his hand
"Go"
As soon as he spoke, the remaining five men with iron rods and switchblade knives circled Bo Feng.
No one knew who would strike first.
The fight begins!
Five against one.
In the eyes of the Leopard Print Man, victory was certain.
