Brother Sha finally saw a different expression on the two brothers' faces, and burst into laughter: "Hahaha... I thought you two were really something, hahaha..."
One of Brother Sha's lackeys egged them on: "Kid, considering your youthful arrogance, if you kneel down now, give Sha a hundred kowtows, and call 'Grandpa, I'm sorry' a hundred times, maybe our Boss will soften his heart and let you go."
Others chimed in with various shouts: "Kneel down, kowtow, kowtow... admit your mistake..."
Yousheng couldn't be bothered with them now. He tugged on Xizeer's sleeve: "No... bro... you... you..."
Suddenly, Yousheng didn't know what to say. Was his older brother really not... not in cahoots with Brother Sha? Why did he only feel full of malice?
Xizeer ignored Yousheng, raised his chin slightly: "Go."
Yousheng suddenly felt like banging his head against the wall, why did he feel so overwhelmed? Did his brother really not mean it like on TV—Little Yellow, go?
