"Fucking hell, are you looking for death or what?"
The bald man was instantly enraged. His grand opportunity was actually being interrupted, which pissed him off tremendously. Staring at Chu Mo, his eyes seemed like they were about to shoot fire.
"Damn it, daring to screw with our boss's fun, go to hell!"
At this point, a tattooed youth charged over, the steel pipe in his hand fiercely smashing towards Chu Mo's head.
Swoosh!!
The steel pipe made a threatening whistling sound, incredibly aggressive.
Everyone's eyes went wide, their hearts jolted with shock—striking the head with that would definitely crack it open and bleed!
However, to everyone's trembling astonishment, Chu Mo just stood there without bothering to move an inch.
Is this kid scared stiff?
It must be the case; otherwise, why wouldn't he dodge?
The tattooed youth was also taken aback, but then his eyes grew more vicious and excited: "Kid, go to hell!"
Swoosh!!