As Wang Laowu finished speaking, the air fell silent.
Sun Zhe glanced at the tall, imposing thugs surrounding them, then at Leng Yueshuang's slender waist and curvaceous figure. The thought of what they might do to her made his blood run cold.
Sigh… what a hassle.
He looked at Wang Laowu and forced a smile. "Brother Wang, can we talk?"
Wang Laowu looked at Sun Zhe with a smirk. "What, you want to get in line, too?"
Sun Zhe's smile was strained. "Brother Wang, look, President Leng has been shot. How about you let me take the bullet out for her first? She's already so badly injured. If you still make your hundred brothers line up… isn't that a little too cruel?"
Wang Laowu smiled. "Back in my early days in Northern Myanmar, I saw things far crueler than this. Calling it hell on earth wouldn't be an exaggeration. How about I send you to experience it?"
