The bald monk and his nephew immediately froze.
Boss Ye, Brother Zhou Sha?
Ah... Ah San, who are you talking about?!
The workers' faces instantly changed.
What... what's going on!
The bald monk's friend, how come he collapsed to the ground after seeing that group of people?!
What is going on!
The bald monk swallowed hard, bent down, his voice trembling, "Th... Third Brother, wh... what are you doing? Didn't you still... not contact Lord Zhou Sha?"
"Slap!!!"
A crisp slap resounded.
As Ah San was being supported by the bald monk, he swung his hand and left a blood-red slap mark across the monk's face!
The bald monk howled twice, covering his swollen face, looking utterly confused, "Th... Third Brother, what are you doing... doing?"
"Doing what? Daring to offend Brother Zhou Sha and Boss Ye, even a hundred lives wouldn't be enough for you to die a hundred times!"
Ah San roared, spitting directly on the bald monk's face.
