"Lass, you look so weak, but your little mouth sure knows how to talk." The leader of the group, Zhao Qun, bared his teeth in a grin although that knock earlier had caused his stomach to feel uncomfortable.
Just as he finished speaking, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He picked it up casually and listened for a while before his eyes lost focus. "What? Say it again! What?"
He suddenly smashed the phone in front of everyone. The force was so great that the phone shattered into pieces.
"Brother Zhao, what happened?" The others were confused and asked in a panic.
"…Our place was blown up by someone!" Zhao Qun said in frustration and anger. The entire group was stunned silly. In all the years that they had been around, who in Imperial Capital would not respect Xiong He? This was the first time someone dared to blow up their place.
