Inside the teahouse, it was peaceful.
Before uttering two sentences, they dragged Huo Ben's name into it, truly putting pressure on the portly gangster.
Taking another look at the arrogant Lin Fan, his men instantly lost their tempers. After all, Huo Ben was the big boss, and these henchmen dared not make calls recklessly.
"Do you know our boss?"
The portly gangster asked tentatively.
"Don't know him, but you'd best go ask if he knows me!"
Lin Fan's face was cold, his attitude many times more domineering than theirs.
And these somewhat strange words made the portly gangster unsure, wanting to believe it was just bluffing but also fearing he might have offended someone he shouldn't. While he was still pondering how to handle this, his phone suddenly rang.
The portly gangster pulled out his phone, seeing the caller ID, he quickly pressed the answer button: "Yes, boss... I understand... Don't worry, I'll make sure they don't get away!"
