Getting rich quietly had always been Mo Qi's guiding principle.
He couldn't care less if people misunderstood him.
Tell me, would a lion care what a flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered thinks of it?
Of course not!
Face?
What's face worth?
"How about it?" Mo Qi asked, looking at the crowd.
"I have no problem. It just means killing a few more people." The burly, bearded man's gaze swept over Liu Hui, San Pang, and the others, his disdain plain to see.
"Then hurry up and come at me! All of you can attack at once!" the red-haired youth said, beckoning impatiently with his finger. His temper seemed explosive.
"A fight's a fight. You can run, but you can't hide. I'd like to see just how many brothers you have to throw away!"
"Come on, come on! Enough talk, let's fight!"
"Who's first?"
"Me, of course!"
"Bullshit, I'm first!"
"Wanna fight over it?"
Watching the crowd in front of him about to start brawling again, Mo Qi was left speechless.
