Xu Lang had originally hoped the Bronze Head would help cover his losses, but in the blink of a fucking eye, it was gone again. His mood was easy enough to imagine. His face instantly flushed red with agitation, and anger surged through him as he looked at Scarface. "Quit wasting words. Tell me-who did you give it to?"
"Didn't I tell you to bring it back?" Xu Lang was furious. He had worked his ass off setting everything up all night, only to end up with nothing. That was just unacceptable. Everyone else was getting something out of this, and a promise couldn't be taken back. Even if Xu Lang wanted to go back on his word now, he couldn't. The bigger the team, the harder it was to lead. If he refused to pay now, Scarface and Mole might shoot him in the back.
But if he didn't back out, then fuck-Xu Lang would not only have worked for nothing, he would have to throw in his own savings too.
Being a man hurt so damn much. He drank water, only to piss blood.
"Yeah, but I ran into the buyer on the way, so I gave it straight to him!" Scarface was telling the truth.
Holy shit. Xu Lang was a little bewildered. Watching from the side, Qin Fen was even more bewildered.
"Which buyer?" Xu Lang asked through gritted teeth. Even he, their boss, knew nothing about this, yet they did?
"Do you even need to ask? Obviously he gave it to Qin Fen!" Mole declared confidently from the side. He and Scarface were close and had been through a lot together. They often discussed things when they had nothing else to do, so he shared Scarface's line of thinking.
Qin Fen? Xu Lang had only