As Xiao Yifei finished speaking, the other men in the hallway suddenly let go of the bald man they had been holding, and instead, their eyes filled with anger as they charged towards Xiao Yifei.
The middle-aged man held a very high position in their hearts, and at this moment, Xiao Yifei was still making jokes about the middle-aged man and even using the middle-aged man's son as the subject of his jokes, which filled them with rage.
"Kid, I thought I might actually like your style, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of the danger you were in."
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam flashing within, as he coldly stared at Xiao Yifei, displaying an expression filled with murderous intent; "You still dare to joke like this, are you not afraid of getting shot?"
