"Stop it, daring to hit Brother Wei, do you not want to live?"
A young man unaware of Xiang Hai Long's identity rashly jumped out, raised a shotgun, and tried to blow Xiang Hai Long's head off.
"How audacious!" Zhang Wei snatched the shotgun away and used the butt of the gun to smash the young man's head, blood pouring out as he sternly scolded, "How do you speak to the Dragon Head, kneel down and apologize quickly."
"Brother Wei, who exactly is the Dragon Head? I've never heard of him. With so many of us and so many guns, why should we be afraid?"
"Do you think I'm just farting when I speak?"
Zhang Wei shoved the barrel of the gun into the young man's mouth, "If you don't apologize right now, believe it or not, I'll blast your head off!"
The young man was terrified on the spot, his face ashen, nodding wildly while mumbling apologies.
