Long Wu, for the sake of security, had someone get him a gun from the black market. He believed that as long as he had a gun, he would definitely be able to defeat the opponent and give them a severe beating. Today, Long Wu believed it was his day to turn the tables.
Long Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Lin Chuan, give me back the transport market."
"Impossible," Lin Chuan shook his head.
"I believe you will agree," Long Wu said, and then clapped his hands.
Soon, Zhou Rui was brought down from the upstairs. Her mouth was sealed with tape, and although she tried to shout numerous times, she was not able to make a sound. She could only keep looking at Lin Chuan.
"How about it? Do you agree?" Long Wu asked, pointing the gun at Zhou Rui.
"Fine, I agree," Lin Chuan nodded.
At this moment, Long Wu sneered, "Aren't you tough-talking? How come you agreed just like that?"
