Zhang Wei felt that his chance to shine had arrived.
He could not stay silent forever. Today, he would let everyone know that there was nothing he could not do, except when it came to those ghostly things.
So Zhang Wei stood up.
"Gentlemen, if you keep causing trouble like this, you'll be the ones who lose out. Brother Leg doesn't know how to hold back when he starts fighting. One careless move, and an economic dispute could turn into a criminal case. Maybe your families will only see you in the newspapers tomorrow. So give me, Zhang Wei, some face and let this matter go. Pack up and leave now. Let's pretend none of this happened today."
He said it with complete seriousness and sincerity.
Then, in front of everyone, he lifted his shirt.
A small, delicate fruit knife was revealed.
"Heh." Someone beside Liu Chi sneered. "You haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you dare imitate gangsters? Do you think we came here without any preparation?"
With that, he gave a signal.
Several lackeys beside him also lifted their shirts, revealing kitchen knives, baseball bats, and all sorts of weapons. They had clearly come prepared to make trouble.
Damn, they had prepared this thoroughly?
Zhang Wei's eyes widened slightly, then he said in a deep voice, "I originally wanted to settle this peacefully, but it looks like I can no longer hide my identity."
As he spoke, he silently pulled a heavy golden handgun from his pocket.
A gun?
Liu Chi's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively took several steps back.
"Zhang Wei, come back. Let Yang Jian handle this." Zhang Xiangui felt that the kid definitely could not deal with these people.
He had noticed that these people did not look like employees of a legitimate