"You foreign devil, who do you think you are, talking down to me here? Just because Brother Qiang values you, doesn't mean you can behave insolently. This is the Hongxin Gang, our kingdom we've fought for over many years."
The one reprimanding Bob was a young man with a buzz cut, about twenty-four or twenty-five, with a face full of malice, and his eyes flashing with cold light.
"At this moment, anyone who dares to hinder our plan to revive the Hongxin Gang will only meet one fate, and that's death!"
As Bob finished speaking, a long knife swiftly flashed in his hand, and immediately after, the young man with a buzz cut clutched his neck and fell, his blood quickly staining the ground around him.
His legs twitched a few times before his body went rigid, no longer moving.
"What are you doing?"
"How can you kill one of our own in front of Brother Qiang!"
Many people were shocked at this scene and started criticizing Bob.
