"What else have you got to say?" Old Ding sneered.
No one could stop him from taking revenge now.
It was a fact that Old Ding and Zhang Yang couldn't protect Little White Tiger and Old Ninth.
Unless Xiao Yuan stepped in again, but she had already climbed into her car, looking ready to watch the tigers fight from a safe distance.
Click!
Old Ninth lit his lighter with a trembling hand.
The few brothers who could still move gathered around to light their cigarettes.
"Tiger, will this work?" Old Ninth asked, clutching his wound. "Can we count on them?"
"Hired guns don't quit until the job's done." Little White Tiger panted and glanced at his phone. "As long as they're still alive, they'll get it done."
Flower Boss rolled up his sleeves and sneered. "Your time's running out. Go join my son in the afterlife."
Zhang Yang and Old Ding braced themselves for a formidable enemy.
Despite their bluster, neither Zhang Yang nor Old Ding felt confident.
If Flower Boss hadn't been tough enough, he would have been driven out of his position among the Ice Prefecture Five Overlords long ago.
Across all of Ice Prefecture City, only the other overlords could trade blows with Flower Boss.
Honk, honk.
A horn sounded twice.
A black car with missing doors and shattered windows swerved into view.
Crash!
The car crashed into the roadside a dozen meters from the group, and the driver, covered in blood, pushed open the door.
Three men covered in wounds crawled out of the car with a well-dressed man they had tied up.
Yes, they crawled out.
All three were gravely injured. The driver clutched his neck with one hand and dragged his heavy body out before collapsing into a sitting position on the ground. One