The pretty boy puffed his cheeks but couldn't say a word, watching helplessly as Yaen Chi returned to the car.
He's quite the boss!
Only then did his subordinates dare to gather around, their scarred faces looking as fierce and evil as Fierce Ghosts.
"Young master, we can't let him go, he killed two of our brothers!"
"Yeah! We must make sure his life stays here!"
The pretty boy stepped aside, "You guys go ahead."
"..."
Alright, fine, you want to play it like this!
"You're not going to stand up for us?"
"Stand up for what? You were all shouting passionately just now, but earlier when he fired three shots at me, why didn't any of you rush forward? Don't use your status to boss me around, you guys are my dad's people, not mine. When splitting the loot from robberies, I never blinked an eye!"
The more the pretty boy spoke, the angrier he got, and he kicked out, striking whoever was closest.
