Liu Weijiang smirked as he pinched the chin of the girl in the passenger seat. While her face turned extremely unpleasant, he patted her cheek, flicked the cigarette butt out the car window, and pushed the door open to step out.
As Liu Weijiang opened the car door, the door of a van parked behind his Camaro was also opened, and seven young men stepped out, walking towards him with fawning expressions.
"Do you see that guy? Beat him up. As long as you don't kill him, do whatever you want, but be quick and make sure he doesn't get away."
With that said, Liu Weijiang pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, casually slapped it onto the face of a young man with a scar on his left eyebrow.
"Weijiang, don't worry about it."
Although Scarface was several years older than Liu Weijiang and was slapped in the face with money by him, his expression was still solely ingratiating. He readily agreed, bent down to pick up the cash from the ground, and led his crew towards Chu Ge.
