Iron Head clapped the steel pipe in his hand, the clear clang of metal ringing sharply in the night.
The scar on his face squirmed like a red worm as he sneered, "I thought you drove here, was waiting for you in the parking lot, turns out you took a cab, almost let you slip away."
Xu Xiangbei laughed, "Where's the other guy? Why didn't that guy come?"
Iron Head gritted his teeth, "He's a coward, not fit to roll with us."
Xu Xiangbei chuckled, surrounded by so many people, yet not caring at all, he tossed the cigarette stub to the ground, stomping it out, "Do your bosses know you're acting so recklessly?"
Iron Head sneered coldly, "Don't mention our boss, he's been fooled by you, and besides..."
"Besides what?"
Iron Head squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "And besides, he's old."
Judging from Iron Head's disdainful expression, it seemed this group had not received authorization from Boss Peng to gang up on him.
