As the words fell, more and more heavy shoes appeared before his eyes, and a pungent odor drifted into his nostrils.
He tried his utmost to raise his head to see what these people actually looked like.
Yet even when it felt as though his neck was about to snap, he could see no higher than their knees.
Letting his head drop limply, he squeezed out a voice:
"You... you dare mess with the Blood Hall? You guys are dead meat!"
These men hadn't gone for the kill, which showed they weren't career gangsters from the underworld; that meant they must have certain scruples.
Hearing this, Zhu Daqing strode forward and planted his left foot squarely on the back of the man's head, asking coldly:
"Who did you say was dead meat?"
He used to be a formidable figure—arrogant and domineering.
Ever since coming back from the dead, however, he prioritized Zhao Tiezhu’s interests above all else, often resorting to any means necessary.
Therefore, the moment he felt a threat, he struck without hesitation.
Brother Xiong could tell at a glance that this frail-looking middle-aged man played the dirtiest.
Chapter 541