"You've got a lot of nerve, cursing Brother Tian! I'll beat you to death!"
Their boss had been insulted, and his underlings flew into a rage. Two of them immediately jumped out, cursing and swearing, ready to teach Zhao Yuan a lesson.
Zhao Yuan didn't even glance at the two men. He looked at Brother Tian and said, "Is that sweat running down your crotch right now, or is it blood? Over the past few months, have you been experiencing heart palpitations and chest pain every night? And has it been getting worse?"
Brother Tian's expression changed drastically again. The gloominess was gone, replaced by sheer terror.
But his henchmen didn't notice the change in his expression. Several more of them roared and charged at Zhao Yuan. "Fuck, you bastard! You dare curse our boss!"
However, before the henchmen could reach Zhao Yuan, a furious roar erupted from Brother Tian's mouth. "Stop! All of you, fucking stop!"
The henchmen stopped in unison.
