The Blood Tribe (2)

"Don't worry, Boss. We'll clean them out." The Blood Tribe members chuckled.

At that moment, one man guarding the outside hastily entered the palace.

"Boss, doctor Xu has brought a bunch of people here looking for you."

"Xu Lao?" Meng Fusheng raised his brows.

Some men spoke up. "Boss, that old man Xu hasn't been providing us with sufficient medicines the past few months. We went to remind him several times, but he just gave us a lackadaisical attitude. Should we take this chance to teach him a lesson?"

Meng Fusheng raised his hand and put on a magnanimous face. "Xu Lao is the most highly skilled doctor in Fu Guang City. Be nicer to him, he is already so old and won't be able to take much beating. Just seek him out in another few days for a 'nice chat'. That'd be enough."

Meng Fusheng spoke in such a decent manner, but everyone in the Blood Tribe knew his underlying meaning. They all smiled sinisterly.