Lin, If You Have The Balls, Come To The Headquarters

"Problematic."

Wu Xiaocun wasn't in a good mood. He was cultivating well but faced such an annoying thing. There was so much noise outside which affected his cultivation speed.

Pa!

"Gang Leader..." The gang members that pushed the door and entered were all in panic, their faces ashen white. Just as they were about to speak, they were stopped by Gang Leader's gaze.

"Scram." Wu Xiaocun's eyes were filled with killing intent. To them, it felt like they had fallen into ice, the cold stabbed into their bones.

What happened outside was too serious.

"Gang..." The members wanted to speak.

"Scram."

Wu Xiaocun scolded in rage, killing intent boiled. It felt like he was about to attack.

Everyone was shocked as they sensed the killing intent from Gang Leader's body. He believed that if he continued to speak, the outcome would be catastrophic. Gang Leader would definitely kill him.

He didn't say anything.