"Speak. Who sent you?" Su Shuochi said coldly. One look at their formation told him they were definitely acting on someone's orders.
His gaze sent a chill rising from the depths of their souls.
It was like an ice blade stabbing straight into their marrow, the pain so sharp it made it hard to breathe.
'We feel like we're going to suffocate before the fight even starts. How can we possibly win this? And there are still two other guys in his car.'
"What are you talking about? We just want to get our dignity back," one of the young men said, forcing himself to stay calm.
He was their leader, so he had to put up a brave front. No matter how scared he was, he refused to show any weakness.
'We're the cream of the crop, guys who've fought our way up through the gutter. How could we be intimidated by his presence alone?'
Su Shuochi heard this and sneered, a hint of mockery playing on his lips.
"Since you're not talking, let's get to it. Are you coming one by one, or all at once?"
