If I can't even handle this little punk, how can I command respect, how can I get my men to listen to me?
"You... you punk, I'm holding back for your sake, you know that? Don't mistake kindness for weakness!" Brother Xing bluffed.
Mr. Zheng didn't know the background of Zhang Dadan and naturally didn't think he could really avoid Brother Xing's attack.
Now, hearing Brother Xing say this himself, it only strengthened his opinion that Brother Xing was indeed pulling his punches.
He called Brother Xing over, but Brother Xing wasn't standing up for him, instead he kept pulling his punches. What does this mean? Could it be he's waiting for a bribe?
Didn't they usually wait until after the job is done to set up a few tables at the restaurant and then give him a fee? Why is he asking for money before starting this time?
Mr. Zheng glanced at Brother Xing resentfully, thinking to himself, "Damn bloodsuckers! Not worth a damn thing!"
