Faced with these three humiliating conditions, no one would agree.
Chen Hong felt the same way.
But in this situation, she could not think of any good solution.
Seeing Chen Hong remain silent, Fan Cheng lost patience.
"Since that's the case, guys, smash it!"
As soon as he spoke, the thugs behind Fan Cheng raised their clubs and stepped forward aggressively.
"How dare you!"
Deng Zhigang shouted, but his warning had no effect.
Seeing the people slowly closing in, Deng Zhigang's expression turned grim.
At that moment, several vans arrived.
As the doors opened, thugs with steel pipes stepped out of the vans.
"What's going on?"
Fan Cheng exchanged a glance with Snake Tattoo, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
Just then, a Mercedes-Benz stopped in the center, and a young man stepped out.
The man was very young, tall and slim, but his hand was wrapped in bandages.
"Little Fire?"
Upon seeing the man, Snake Tattoo frowned.
"What does this have to do with you?"
