At that moment, He Lixing stepped forward. "Who are you to be acting so arrogantly here!?"
Jiang Xiaogou looked at him. "And who are you? What gives you the right to question me?"
"I am the eleventh son of King Tie Chi, He Lixing, Long Aotian's Eleventh Brother."
Manager Yin took one look and thought: I'm standing with this side!
He walked over and said, "Young Hero He, a pleasure."
He Lixing was taken aback, but he did not offend him and merely smiled faintly.
Manager Yin stood beside He Lixing. "Brother, we can talk this out, but don't think bringing a bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals means you can control the scene. Don't take this the wrong way, but this isn't your place to interrogate everyone one by one."
Jiang Xiaogou felt like... things had been going damn badly for him lately!
A bunch of trash! Ants! Idiots! Morons!
Killing you people is like stepping on ants. What the hell are you strutting around for!?
He turned to Lu Chengwen. "Lu Chengwen, you stirred up all this trouble again, didn't you?"
Lu Chengwen said, "Did you hear Zhao Ritian call that old man 'Martial Uncle' just now?"
Jiang Xiaogou looked over. Ming Disha froze. "Huh!?"
Jiang Xiaogou narrowed his eyes and struck out with his palm. Ming Disha did not dodge or resist at all, only whimpered and cried in fear.
Lu Chengwen was furious. "What the hell are you pretending for!? Beat him up! Didn't you say you were going to kill him? You... damn it! You can play it like that!? Hit him! Grab him and kick him over and over, break his legs, slap his face until it swells, snap every one of his fingers one by one, then..."
Halfway through, Lu Chengwen realized