After Lao Er got shot, he was lying in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.
The two younger guys pressed down on Lao Er's wound, shouting, "Brother Mengg, Lao Er's done for!"
"Motherfucker!"
Yaan Ruimeng roared, took three of his guys and chased up, kicked the young man in the head, shoved the gun against him, and cursed, "You little shit, you dare fuck with my brother, I'll fucking kill you!"
The young man was so scared he broke down crying, wailing and begging, "B-b-brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong. You can't kill me, my dad is Han Jianren, he's in the game too. If you kill me, my old man will never let you off!"
Yaan Ruimeng had always been running with Lai Er in Tianjin, he didn't know any of the street players in West Capital City. Besides, he was seeing red already—even if he did know Han Jianren, he wouldn't care.
He spat at the young man, cursing hoarsely, "Han Jianren ain't shit, I'm killing his fucking son tonight!"
"Click!"
