"Thanks to you, I'm not doing well at all!"
The Black Dragon slowly sat up, the iron-gray expression on his face made his ruffled flesh and wrinkles even more conspicuous, as if each line was imbued with anger and malice, looking terrifying.
Upon hearing this, Song Guotao and Chen Wenyu exchanged glances; their eyes revealed terror, their hearts nearly leaped into their throats.
This is a crime lord, not a street thug. Although he is just the leader of the second largest gang in Jin City, if he wants to kill them, he can definitely do it without anyone knowing!
Song Guotao was a bit flustered at this moment, wanting to explain, wanting to argue, but didn't know what he had done to anger the Black Dragon.
