"Master Chu, it's up to you to decide. Should we kill him outright, or should we torture him to death in the most brutal way?"
Zhou Feilong looked at Chu Mo with full respect and asked in a reverent tone.
Zhou Feilong glanced at Hua Hongjun and could barely contain his laughter.
How utterly clueless must this fellow be to dare provoke Chu Mo?
It was utterly laughable.
Hua Hongjun was trembling all over, his body kept backing away in retreat.
"Hall Master Zhou, who... who is this person? I... I was only seeking justice for my son, why are you treating me this way?"
At this moment, Hua Hongjun was utterly terrified. Despite his desire to have the men in black he had brought along protect him,
he knew all too well that it would be futile!
The two middle-aged men standing beside Zhou Feilong, one of them alone, was enough to take down all of his bodyguards.
"Heh heh..."
