"Alright, since you insist on meeting our boss, I'll make it happen for you. But you'd better think it through because it'll be too late for regrets later," the tattooed man said.
Su Changfeng casually tossed aside the metal pipe in his hand and said, "Lead the way then. I haven't experienced regret yet."
With that, Su Changfeng stepped out of the soybean milk shop.
A group of thugs saw this and hurriedly followed him out.
"Mom, do you think those people will bully the big brother?" Wang Ling'er looked worriedly at the proprietress.
The proprietress was also anxious. The other person looked like just a teenager; how could he possibly stand against those people? But this was not something she, a woman, could help with.
"It's okay. I'm sure the big brother will be fine." As she spoke these words, the proprietress was very insecure, but she was, after all, just the owner of a small shop, with no connections at all.
