The hooligan cried out in pain, "Aow!"
The one who wielded the knife sheathed his dagger and raised his hand to give a respectful gesture to Qu Jianlei on the roof.
"Lord Jian Lei, we know we were wrong. We won't come again. Can you let us go this time?"
"I told him to cut off his own arm," Qu Jianlei said with some dissatisfaction, "Why did you interfere?"
"I hear your boss likes to gamble? Have him come play a few rounds with me... better not wait for me to seek him out."
After saying that, he flickered out of sight, disappearing without a trace.
A few hooligans picked up the severed arm, supporting the injured one as they slipped away.
"Wow, so that's Lord Jian Lei?" an onlooker muttered softly, "So young."
"Congratulations to the lady boss," someone congratulated her, "With Lord Jian Lei stepping in, you'll surely get justice."
This couple had many regulars, and many knew about their grievances.
However, the lady boss was sensible. She smiled and shook her head.
