"Swish, swish, swish."
The door of the second van in the convoy opened, and a man with a fierce gaze, holding a gleaming machete, got out.
"Blocking the road at this late hour?"
"Do you have eyes? Do you even know who we are?"
"Get out of the way quickly, or you'll be in trouble!"
The gang leader waved the machete, cursing loudly, swinging it right in front of Qin Guangming.
After cursing, he frowned slightly.
Why does this "small patrol cop" look somewhat familiar? Whatever, maybe he saw him once when he was inside the pen.
Seeing that the "small patrol cop" looked livid but still didn't make way, the gang leader grinned out of anger.
Since when did "small patrol cops" dare to block the convoy of the Celestial Dragon Gang? Does he not value his life, or does he think his whole family doesn't?
"Kid, if you don't want to die, quickly clear the barricades and spikes, and get lost!" The gang leader scowled, poking the "small cop's" chest several times.
