"Get him!" Gao Luyuan could no longer contain himself, this guy was too damn insolent, always mentioning his deceased son in front of him, jabbing at his sore spot.
"Who dares touch my boss?"
Just as Gao Luyuan's words fell, a voice bellowed from not too far away. A dignified middle-aged man with a slicked-back haircut approached—it was Brother Spice Ginger.
"Brother Spice Ginger?" Gao Luyuan was first taken aback, but then seeing that Brother Spice Ginger was alone, he also let out a cold laugh, "Just you, come here to die?"
"Alone? Are you blind?" Brother Spice Ginger snorted coldly and then blew a sharp whistle.
Right after, Gao Luyuan and his men heard a strange clinking sound, like the collision of some metal objects.
Then, they saw a huge, dense crowd of men in black emerging from both ends of the playground. Each of them clutched two machetes in their hands, rhythmically clashing them together, producing a persistent metallic clang.