"Brother, which crew are you from!?"
The crowd parted, and amid his underlings' cries of "Brother Biao," a boss with a gold nose ring, a gold chain, tattooed arms, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth walked out.
He looked as though he had not taken Young Master Fei's group seriously at all.
Well, Young Master Fei's side had fewer than ten people, while they had twice that number—fifteen!
Though surrounded, Young Master Fei was not worried in the slightest.
At the same time, he was offended by these people's rudeness. They had come up and surrounded him without a word?
Not even a chance to build some rapport?
If they did not give their background, then Brother Biao would not give them the time of day either.
This was his turf! They were slapping him in the face!
Young Master Fei ignored him and bluntly declared, "The owner of this shop is my woman from now on. Tell your people to get the hell out of here, or don't blame me for getting rough."
Of course, he was just saying that. He had never intended to let Brother Biao off anyway.
He knew that no one could back down in a situation like this, especially someone from the underworld like Brother Biao.
When Brother Biao heard that tone, he thought, Well, isn't he arrogant!
That actually made Brother Biao wary.
Seeing how confident he was, and wanting to avoid accidentally offending some big shot and having trouble explaining it later, he suppressed his anger and asked again, "Brother, this is our turf. The woman in there owes us money, and she's been missing for two days. We're just here to check on the situation."
Oh, so that was what this was about!
Young Master Fei understood.
Now he knew