Facing Zhang Teng's provocation, Fatty Wang curled his lips and removed a photo showing two men in front of the lion's camera: "What do you mean by showing me this?"
"You can't possibly not recognize these two people, right? The four of us used to meet here together!"
"Hmm, so what?" Fatty Wang casually tore the photo into pieces. "What does it prove?"
"Everyone knows Poison Dragon is your man. Now he's appearing in the Liger Gang, what do you say that proves?"
"Hahaha!" Fatty Wang laughed: "Master Zhang, have you gone mad? What does Poison Dragon have to do with me? Even if there was something, he died long ago during the campaign against the Poison Dragon Gang. Are you trying to blackmail me with this photo? Do you think you can take fifty million from me with this? I'm telling you, not a cent from me will you get."
