"Hahaha, so this is the Tang Rao you all talked about? Now that you're here, hurry up and hand the person over to us, and we'll let this pass. But if you don't, don't blame us for being rude!"
Tang Rao almost thought he had encountered a fake old man because of his fiery temper despite his age.
"Say, with the age of all of you combined, it's got to be over a thousand, right? Such a temper would give you high blood pressure, it's deadly! Have you considered calming down a bit?"
Tang Rao's words were really for their own good health. Whether they believe it or not, or willing to listen, is their own business.
Where did this young punk come from, daring to lecture them like this—is he tired of living?
"Cut the crap. If you don't hand over the person, not only will all you old fogeys suffer, but even this kid will share your fate."
Tang Rao hadn't taken a close look at these people's faces earlier, but seeing them now almost made him laugh like a klaxon.
