Su Jian gave them a cold glance, her lips curving into an arc with not a shred of pity on her face.
Fan Chong was a beast, and his minions were no good either.
She had no idea how many atrocity the two had committed following Fan Chong, so crippling their hands was letting them off easy.
The bald man dared not utter a single word upon seeing this; after all, Zhou Lu was someone even their boss couldn't afford to offend.
Zhou Lu casually tossed a disinfectant wipe onto the bald man's face, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Go back and tell Fan Chong that offending Song Yan in Beijing is the same as offending me, Zhou Lu. He'd better keep his tail between his legs from now on, or there will be no place for him in Beijing."
The bald man nodded repeatedly, hurrying off with his men in a sorry retreat.
Su Jian watched them leave with a frosty expression, then slowly turned her gaze toward Zhou Lu, "Don't you think your tactic is quite despicable?"