The atmosphere instantly turned tense, with Sang Biao's gun-wielding right hand bulging with veins.
However, much to his surprise, Wei Dazhuang did not show much fear. Instead, after raising his eyebrows and glancing at him, he puffed out his chest, raised his head, and stepped forward without dodging, pressing his head tightly against the gun barrel.
"If you want to kill me, go ahead! Why all the nonsense! But I believe Boss Dai is a reasonable man, or else so many little brothers wouldn't be willing to follow him! What I, Wei Dazhuang, did today might have been somewhat inappropriate, a bit impulsive! But in terms of morality, I'm not wrong. It's your lackeys, Boss Dai, those bootlickers, who are useless besides pleasing you!"
"Damn! You bastard! Boss, just say the word, and I'll shoot him right now!"
