"Who the hell dares to act so arrogant?"
Clang!
Just as the big man angrily shouted, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation on his neck. The glinting edge of a blade was pressed against his throat.
He then saw a group of bald men armed with knives approaching.
Under the sunlight, their shiny bald heads were so dazzling that it immediately reminded him who these people were.
Weren't they the bald constables who broke the leader Lang Jun's leg at the port?
"Let's talk this over properly. Swords and knives don't have eyes, take it easy," the big man said. Although he appeared calm, his heart was panicking like crazy. Broad daylight, and they unsheathed their blades without a word—this level of recklessness rivals even the Serpent Gang.
The big man's name was Qiu Er. Within the Serpent Gang, he was nobody significant, just a minor thug who led a few henchmen. Compared to someone like Lang Jun, he was on a whole other level of insignificance.
