Who dares speak such words? They must possess terrifying strength or high status. Everyone was certain, Long Ying and his people were not to be trifled with; they had kicked an iron plate by coming to this underground gambling den.
The gamblers were a bit angry. There were less than ten of Mu Chen's group, yet there were dozens of them, not to mention the scores coming and going, totaling over a hundred people. They were sure they could take Mu Chen and his group down.
"You guys came a bit too early, otherwise, this big guy would have had his neck crushed by me already," Mu Chen said indifferently.
"Boss, are you talking about him? Want me to help you?" Long Ying looked at the big man and said lightly.
The big man's complexion changed when he met Long Ying's gaze – those eyes were different from Mu Chen's, filled with a murderous intent, a true intent to kill, as if he were looking at a dead man. Mu Chen's eyes, however, were simply angry, with just a hint of killing intent.
