The bald guy's knife was a lot bigger than Deng Wanli's, and it gave off a chilling gleam under the light.
"Baldy, you got a death wish or what?" Deng Wanli glared and snapped.
"You're the one looking to die." Baldy shot back without the slightest fear.
The two groups were on a knife's edge, both sides staring each other down, ready to throw down.
Baldy had more people, so his side's momentum clearly overwhelmed Deng Wanli's, but Deng Wanli wasn't scared at all.
"Whoever dares start something in here, I'll cripple him."
Just then, a cold voice rang out from the back, making everyone shiver involuntarily.
Shi Hao finally let out a breath of relief. As long as Zhao Long was here, he could relax.
"Zhao Long, you got some balls, sneaking around behind Brother Hu's back to hang with Liang Zhentian's people." Deng Wanli gave a cold snort.
"Who I hang with is none of your damn business. Get lost." Zhao Long said bluntly.
"What did you say?"
