Seeing Qin Qin still approaching, the gang leader puffed out his chest, his breath unstable, yet he pretended to be calm as he said, "Let me tell you, I know people from the Mo Clan, you know who they are, right? If you dare mess with me, I'll have dozens of brothers come and chop you to pieces."
"The Mo Clan?" Qin Qin raised an eyebrow, amused at how these people liked to flaunt their supposed connections. Last time those gangsters were swaggering around using her Prestigious Family's reputation, and now this guy was using the Mo Clan's fame to intimidate her—quite hilarious.
"Of course, you're scared now, aren't you? If you let me go today, I won't bother you again. But if you dare lay a hand on me, I'll make a call right this minute and have my brothers bring people to take care of you." The gang leader spoke with false bravado; in reality, how could he possibly know anyone from the Mo Clan, which was known for its strict discipline, far beyond the reach of someone like him.