"We... we came here to find them..."
The short man wanted to say "cause trouble for them," but suddenly paused. He realized that the man in front of him used to be with someone surnamed Lin, so in his hurry, he quickly changed his words and defended himself: "We... we came to chat with Lin, uh, Old Lin!"
Even a three-year-old could tell he was lying, let alone Wei Dazhuang, who knew his character like the back of his hand.
Dazhuang pressed slightly harder with his fingers, causing the already taut collar of the short man to tighten even more, making his breathing appear rapid:
"Chat!? Do you take me for a fool? Have you ever seen anyone bring steel pipes to chat? Speak! What are you really here for!"
Raising his voice slightly, Wei Dazhuang's indisputable tone struck the short man's ears like a thunderclap, terrifying him to the core. Without a second thought, he instinctively blurted out: "I... I'm here for that dame!"
"That dame!"
