The elderly man with a childlike face and a dragon-headed cane appeared at the door, followed by a group of subordinates worried about the "situation".
"Tea Uncle, hello!" Liu Hun greeted Tea Uncle with a smile. Meanwhile, Zhong Xiao, taking advantage of Liu Hun's distraction, slipped away like an eel and dashed to Tea Uncle's side. Dao flexed his arms and then snarled at Liu Hun with a savage smile, "Dare to play me, Dao? You're ****ing asking for it! If I don't see you carried out of here lying down today, then I'm not from the Xinghong Gang!"
"Dao..."
Tea Uncle, standing next to Dao, suddenly spoke up, "Get your guys out of here and shut the door."
"Tea Uncle?!" Dao could hardly believe his ears. If it weren't for the ongoing pain in his shoulder, he would have thought he was dreaming.
"I won't repeat myself," Tea Uncle said slowly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
