An Explosive Conflict
Qin Liffei remained calm, leading his people to sit below and wait for Shen Wuxiao to appear.
Everyone was calm, paying no heed to the rumors and unrestrained mockery.
Those words were meant to ridicule them.
Though they were true.
The fire pressing down in their hearts was truly burning fierce.
"Brothers, they look down on us. Tell me, what should we do?"
Qin Liffei rallied them once more before the battle.
Hearing Qin Liffei's words, they looked at one another, gritted their teeth, and all rose to their feet.
Since the Young Master had spoken, they no longer needed to endure it.
More than thirty people turned around and looked behind them.
In an instant, they pointed upward and cursed, "I'll fuck your *, what the fuck are you laughing at, you * next door?!"
"Got the guts to come down? If I don't you, I'm your son!"
"???"
Qin Liffei froze for a moment.
He was devastated. Damn it, he had wanted to rally his brothers.
To make those who looked down on them feel ashamed.
Not to make them stand up and curse back at them!
What was going on?
Before dying, were they smearing Dragon King Hall's name—or the enemy's?
That single sentence ignited the anger of those above.
"What the fuck did you say? Are you seeking death?"
Qin Liffei's subordinates had long since taken life and death lightly. Since they were going to die anyway, they might as well enjoy themselves once.
"Can't hear clearly? I'll fuck your *, you trash. What the fuck are you laughing at, you * next door?!"
"Damn it, every last one of you—come on! Come down! All of you, come down!"
More than thirty people immediately began cursing back and forth with the thousand-plus people