Xiong Xiazi said with a grim expression, "Do I have a choice?"
Ning Jie chuckled, lit a cigarette, jammed it into Xiong Xiazi's mouth, and said, "It's such a waste of your good martial arts. Things aren't like the old days anymore; you can't just grab whatever you want by fighting."
"Even if you can muscle your way through and snatch something today, I can take it right back tomorrow. You aren't afraid of dying and you can fight, but are other people not afraid of doing time? If someone catches you off guard and plugs you with a bullet one day, let alone being Xiong Xiazi—even if you were a big tiger, wouldn't you just be waiting to die when your time comes?"
Chapter 483