White Mitchell moved into the crowd, where the employees were already trembling unnervously. The moment they saw White's arrival, they immediately turned their gaze towards him.
The crowd didn't openly state it, but their facial expressions seemed to tell Thomas, who was standing across, that this was the one who had injured his men.
Seeing this, a ferocious expression appeared on Thomas's face as he mockingly looked at White Mitchell, "So it is you who hurt my brother?"
"Yes!"
White Mitchell didn't choose to hide, answering Thomas's question directly.
At his words, the mockery on Thomas's face became even more dense, "Hahaha... These days, there are people like you who are fearless. That's quite rare!
Not many dare to challenge me in the Capital City.
Well, tell me what gang you're in. Maybe, I can spare you some respect."
Apparently, Thomas wasn't any ordinary rash man. His success today was more than just brute strength. Deception and networking were his strong suits.