"I'm following you!"
After a long silence, Ning Yang raised his head, his eyes filled with determination.
"Good. From today on, remember, if anyone bullies you, I want you to pay them back tenfold, a hundredfold!"
"Now, show me what you've got and see if you qualify to be my underling!"
"At this moment, whatever you think of doing, just do it. If anything happens, I'll take the fall!"
Chu Mo stared at Ning Yang, his voice steady.
As he finished speaking, he handed over a bottle from the bar to Ning Yang.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, kill those two bastards for me!"
Huang Dongqiang, his face covered in blood and fury boiling over, shouted at the four or five tattooed brawny men behind him.
Almost simultaneously, fifty or sixty men wielding cleavers burst out from inside and outside the bar.
"Brother Chu!"
"Brother Chu!"
Almost all the men shouted with extreme respect.
Their voices thunderous and continuous, filled with an imposing aura.