"Talk nicely?" Scarface North's face twitched with anger, looking at his subordinates crawling on the ground, he said in a low voice, "You hurt so many of my men and still want me to talk nicely with you?"
Xiao Tian asked directly, "Do you know someone named Fan Ming? He mentioned this place to me before."
Scarface North froze for a moment, then promptly raised his knife, saying coldly, "Fan Ming? I don't know him, even if I did, I wouldn't tell you! You hurt so many of my brothers, don't think you'll walk away alive today! Otherwise, how can my Motorcycle Gang survive?"
After speaking, Scarface North locked his gaze on Xiao Tian's neck, the sharp glint of his machete flashing as he swung fiercely.
Whoosh!
With one strike, Xiao Tian dodged nimbly.
Seeing Scarface North make his move, those subordinates lying on the ground seemed to forget their pain, expressions filled with joy.
