Bai Chen did not care what the three were thinking. He even disregarded Ao Song’s words entirely.
They would be dead by his hands before long. Why would he care what a dead man had to say?
“Go on and hit him, son. He’s probably so scared, he’s almost about to wet himself.”
As Bai Chen went quiet, Ao Suan smiled. He thought Bai Chen was too terrified to even talk.
“Sure, dad.” Ao Song nodded. His smiling face was replaced by an expression of coldness and rage.
“Bai Chen, get ready to be thrashed by me!” Ao Song shouted out and continued walking towards Bai Chen.
With Tu Hou holding a gun behind him, he was sure Bai Chen would not fight back when he attacked. If he did, he would get shot by Tu Hou.
Nobody was stupid enough to fight back in such a situation, Ao Song thought.
Before long, Ao Song stopped in front of Bai Chen. He sent a fist flying towards Bai Chen’s face as soon as he stopped walking.