"Brother, don't act rashly!"
Fan Jian involuntarily stood up. Seeing that Ye Huan had no intention of stopping, he was so scared that he retreated further into the park. His lips trembled as he sincerely said, "Brother, I... I've deeply realized my mistake! I'll immediately open the park, and I'll go down the mountain to apologize to... to that old man... no, to that honorable veteran!"
Ye Huan ignored these words and instead sneered, "Didn't you say that the consequences of complaining about you would be serious, that I'd be beaten like a dead dog? Well, I complained about you, so where are the consequences?"
Fan Jian looked extremely embarrassed. When he bragged so fiercely, he had never expected such a tough guy among the tourists!
Who was Fan Jian? The son of Fan Tong, the deputy gang leader of the most powerful force in Capital City's southern district—the Rose Gang!
