Gao Guang just wanted to establish a prestigious name, the kind that sounded imposing. Anything but Mad Dog would do.
But all that had been ruined by a fatso, and this fatso knew Mike.
Was it predestined, a cruel twist of fate, or was there a traitor among them?
As Gilson knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy, Gao Guang didn't express his stance. He simply turned his head slightly, giving Mike a look that carried a hint of resentment.
Ashamed, Mike lowered his head; he didn't dare to meet Gao Guang's eyes.
But Gilson misunderstood the meaning behind Gao Guang's glance. Through his tears, he said, "Mike! Mike! Let me go, please talk to him for me, ask Mad Dog to spare me!"
Gao Guang let out a sigh and raised his hand, speaking gently to Gilson, "Stop crying. I won't talk about what happened today, but if you do, don't blame me."
"I won't speak, I definitely won't speak!"