Shan Zi was stunned, shivering with fear, his mind went blank, and he forced a smile: "Brother Huang Mao, this joke is too big. My brother-in-law just hit someone, how could it be related to Black Panther?"
If he knew the person hit was Black Panther, even for ten million, Shan Zi wouldn't dare to make this connection.
Huang Mao's face also looked uneasy and asked again: "Brother, are you sure the person hit was Brother Black Panther?"
"Do you want to live or die?" Li Ruoxuan didn't answer but suddenly walked up to Huang Mao and abruptly pressed a fruit knife against his abdomen.
Huang Mao instinctively shrank back, Li Ruoxuan suddenly said: "I'm a surgeon, I can stab you thirty times and you won't die. If you don't want to die, you'd better behave."
Huang Mao froze on hearing this.
His men were all dumbfounded.
A surgeon?
Stabbed thirty times and still not dead?
Damn, this sounds terrifying.
"Miss, miss, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
