"And Wang Gang, Chen Fang..."
Xu Xiaoyou held a list, and King Yama read the names on it, checking them off as if doing attendance.
"Stand out yourselves, save the trouble."
The atmosphere fell into silent stillness.
The people from both gangs were dumbfounded, thinking that this short company stooge must be crazy for money, didn't he see hundreds of them were fighting a fierce battle?
Just swaggering in like this to collect debts, does he have a death wish?
"I am called Overseas Chinese, no one calls me Zhao Tiezhu!!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, his face twisted as he operated a retired military armor, charging out from behind cover, the mechanical arm on his forearm transformed and aimed a powerful punch at Xu Xiaoyou's head, a strike full of force!
With a loud bang, smoke and dust rose everywhere!
Both gangs simultaneously looked towards the direction of the dissipating dust, wanting to see if that overconfident guy had already turned into minced meat.
