In just a short moment, a crowd had gathered at the entrance of Shengshi Court.
Wang Dahua, flanked by over twenty underlings, immediately swarmed and surrounded Sun Zhe and Ye Qiao.
Watching from the sidelines, Zhou Xiaolong gloated, a gleeful smile spreading across his face. "Sun Zhe, weren't you acting all high and mighty just a minute ago? Now that Mr. Wang is here, I'd like to see you try that again!"
Hearing this, Sun Zhe merely smiled faintly, turning to give him a light glance.
Han Xinyue's delicate body trembled with fright, and she suddenly stomped hard on Zhou Xiaolong's foot. The sharp, slender stiletto heel nearly punctured right through his shoe.
"Mom… why did you step on me?"
Han Xinyue gave him a fierce glare. "Shut your mouth!"
At that moment, Wang Dahua strolled up to Sun Zhe with a cigar in his mouth, a smirk playing on his lips. "Kid, tell me yourself. How do you want to die tonight?"
