"Don't, don't kill me, please!" Wei Long felt a chill in his crotch and immediately pissed himself in fear.
This scene even stupefied Chen Xiaobei, who said speechlessly, "Wei Long, you're supposed to be a big-time gang leader. How can you have so little backbone? But then again, you willingly became a dog for the Li Family, so how could you possibly have any dignity left? How about this? Why don't you bark like a dog for me? Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go!"
"You—" Wei Long gritted his teeth in hatred. But when you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head. Chen Xiaobei had a gun, after all. If Wei Long really angered him, wouldn't he be a goner?
So, Wei Long asked weakly, "Are you sure you'll let me go if I bark like a dog?"
"Maybe?" Chen Xiaobei shrugged, not giving a definite answer.
"Alright, I'll bark!"
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
