"It's all good," Song Yun patted Zhang Longhu's shoulder. "Today, we won't be beaten."
"How's that?" Zhang Longhu looked at Song Yun, puzzled.
"Hey, you two, what are you whispering about? Come on, Song Yun, here's your chance. Kneel down and kowtow to your big brother a few times, then bring out everything you got the other day, and maybe, just maybe, I won't hit you today," the Centipede laughed loudly.
"I'll give you a chance too. Kneel down, call me grandpa, and today, I won't hit you either," Song Yun said with an equally broad smile.
As soon as Song Yun spoke up, Centipede and his men were stunned. Had Song Yun gone crazy from fear?
The look on Centipede's face darkened instantly.
"Song Yun, if I don't break three of your ribs today, I'll take your family name," Centipede growled.
"Good boy," Song Yun chuckled.
"Damn it!" Centipede screamed in rage and swung his fist toward Song Yun.
