On the rooftop.
Hu Du's face was dark.
He called Little White Tiger. "You fucking don't trust your big brother?"
The man on the other end looked baffled. "What do you mean?"
The three men stood at the rooftop's edge, watching Jorger sprint out of the building below with four boys chasing him, shotguns in hand and firing wildly. Their mouths twitched.
"You're sure... you didn't send anyone else to kill Jorger?"
"No."
Little White Tiger gave Old Ninth a suspicious look.
Old Ninth was just about to speak when the image of a boy with a buzz cut suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"He wouldn't be that reckless, would he?"
Old Ninth put down his chopsticks and rubbed his nose, looking a little unsure.
Click.
Hu Du took a picture and sent it to Little White Tiger.
When Old Ninth saw the figure's back, he could only smile bitterly.
It really was Xiao Gang and his crew.
"Seriously... even if you don't trust your big brother, you didn't have to send a few reckless punks to piss me off, did you?"
Black Raccoon cursed haughtily, "These brats even threw a grenade in Lao Yang's face. Were you fucking trying to kill two birds with one stone, Old Eighth?"
Little White Tiger complained to Old Ninth in frustration, "Where did you find these reckless fucking idiots?"
"Motherfucker, stop running!"
"Langzi, shoot his legs!"
"Little Yueyue, give me the blade!"
The three big shots on the rooftop watched speechlessly as Xiao Gang and the others chased him out of the hospital one after another.
Though Jorger worked a desk job, he was still an Awakened.
Watching three little bastards chase him down with blades left the Overlord Stronghold trio silent.
"Fuck! If I weren't still badly injured and unable to