"That's about right!"
Pan Kunlun, indignantly said, "Damn it, these dwarf mules really know how to play, a real sneaky stab in the back—it's been quite the eye-opener for me, Lord Fatty."
Qin Chuan's expression was icy, "How many can we take out right now?"
After pondering for a moment, Pan Kunlun replied, "Probably about a hundred!"
Qin Chuan indifferently said, "I don't want them to see tomorrow morning's sun."
Pan Kunlun's spirit soared, "Understood!"
After waiting so long, he finally received the order.
However, for Qin Chuan, taking action was not because he had caught a big fish and it was time to haul in the net, but because he was forced to make a move!
If he didn't retaliate now, this group of dwarf mules would only grow more rampant.
"Old Liu, net them tonight!"
At the same time, Fatty also issued his command, "No surrender, leave no survivors!"
Those guys were just rotten fish and shrimp, unlikely to know too many secrets, so there was no point in keeping them.