As Wang Xuewu spoke, spittle sprayed out, but his words were full of anger.
"What did you call me? Do you dare call me that again?"
Brother Hang immediately poked his chest with a stick, becoming even more ruthless.
"Bitch, Qin Mu is just a bitch. Don't make any sudden moves, or I'll fight you all!"
As Wang Xuewu said this, he suddenly pulled out a spring-loaded knife from his jacket pocket and assumed a stance.
"Oh, aha! So you do have a weapon!"
Brother Hang chuckled lightly.
The others looked at him with contemptuous eyes, a group of men dealing with one, afraid he wouldn't do anything with a knife? Unless he knows kung fu.
But the only ones who know kung fu here are the handsome bodyguards.
"If you're out in the world, you have to bring more with you! Hmph! Although I don't know how much that bitch paid you, if we cooperate in kidnapping her, ask for a billion, then split it, you seven, me three, how about it?"
