Watching the cold-faced man leave the hotel, Fatty Jin and Liu Yun hurried over and asked Li Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, what's going on?"
"Nothing, just a piece of trash. I'll deal with him soon!"
Li Xiaobao looked at the worried expressions on Fatty Jin and Liu Yun's faces and smiled faintly. He knew they were genuinely concerned about him.
"No way, Xiaobao, you can't go!"
Liu Yun quickly blocked his way, anxiously saying, "That person doesn't look easy to deal with. How about we call the police?"
"Call the police?"
Li Xiaobao smiled faintly. If he called the police, he might as well make a call to Duanmu Fei and let him handle that person.
After all, Duanmu Fei was best at handling such things.
But clearly, that wouldn't work because that person had come for revenge for his companion. To put it bluntly, this was a personal vendetta.
If he let Duanmu Fei handle it, it would show that he was afraid, which wasn't his style.
