The Gang Leader was tied to a chair, but his heroic bearing had not diminished, nor had his domineering presence!
He suddenly whipped his head around and glared furiously at Long Aotian, his eyes filled with threats, rage, accusations, confusion, incomprehension, shock... and a whole string of national curses.
Could the Gang Leader possibly intimidate Long Aotian?
He was King Tiechi's godson and Hun Tiangang's disciple. What major figure or grand occasion had he not seen?
Glare at me?
Long Aotian slapped him again with a crack!
Outside, someone leaned close to the Strategist. "Strategist, something doesn't sound right!"
The Strategist nodded and glanced at the sword in his arms. "Step back!"
The man froze, then hurriedly retreated two steps. "No... judging by the shadows inside, this doesn't look like he's treating a toothache!"
The Strategist looked at him. "Which part of what happened just now looked like toothache treatment?"
The man scratched his cheek, privately admitting that he had a point.
"This doctor has that kind of temper. The stranger his methods are, the better they work. Don't come any closer, or I'll have to stab you all to death! Otherwise, the Gang Leader will stab me to death! You all know what our Gang Leader's temper is like."
With no other choice, the group could only watch helplessly.
The shadows cast on the curtain showed Long Aotian swinging with both hands!
He even jumped up and delivered slap after slap!
Someone said, "G-Gang Leader? Are you all right? If something's wrong, just say the word."
Long Aotian said, "Don't interrupt. He doesn't have time to talk right now."
His acupoints were sealed, his hands and feet were bound, and he had drunk a throat-coating medicine. The Gang Leader was very reserved at the moment and refused to speak.