"Just you wait, the one I called this time is my bro. He's the head of the police force, Yingluo. Even if you're the king, he can still subdue you, Yingluo."
Wen Muchu's expression was indifferent as he nodded slightly-
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he looked at song Hefeng with a slightly provocative look.
"Young master Song, before your friend arrives, why don't we make a bet?"
A hint of surprise flashed past song Hefeng's eyes. He asked cautiously,"A bet? What do you want to bet on? I'm warning you, don't play any other tricks, Yingluo."
Wen Muchu shook his head and smiled warmly.
His smile was gentle, but the words he said were sharp.
"What's wrong? Could it be that young master Song is afraid and doesn't dare to bet with me?"
Song Hefeng was furious, and his face darkened.