"Who are you?" A man in a white shirt frowned at the mahjong table. He had a wide face and two sharp eyebrows, appearing like quite a decent person.
"Who I am doesn't matter," Lin Chuan shook his head and said, "Those people have captured a friend of mine."
As he spoke, Lin Chuan pointed at the group playing cards on the coffee table.
Immediately, the dozen men stood up. The leader, a burly man in black thermal underwear, glared at Lin Chuan and said, "Damn, what bullshit are you talking? When did I capture your friend? Don't casually accuse me or I'll smash your mouth."
"It was indeed you who captured him." The motorbike youth stood out without hesitation.
Seeing him, the burly man instantly understood, laughed, and said, "So, you're here for that kid Li Zhongshan?"
"Let him go." Lin Chuan took a calm puff of his cigarette and said, "Otherwise, don't blame us for being unkind."
