The hook-nosed man's analysis was almost spot on, and it left Yan Bu'Er deeply shocked. The words of the hook-nosed man also instilled a feeling of fear in Yan Bu'Er's heart. To be able to knock Yan Bu'Er down to this extent, it's no longer about money; it's about power and face. Yan Bu'Er couldn't help but imagine himself as Prince, thinking, if one day Ye Chen poked him in the ass with a steel pipe, could he continue to survive in Jianghuai City?
The answer is impossible!
So, Yan Bu'Er felt waves of timidity in his heart. Secretly he thought, damn it, Ye Chen, you ruthless bastard, this is no different from skinning someone alive and drinking their blood, is it?
Yan Bu'Er gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, is there no way to defend against this?"
"Boss, if you ask me, we should simply get you a pair of iron underpants, then even a gun wouldn't pierce through, let alone a steel pipe!" a subordinate immediately suggested.
Pfft...
