Yan Moshan approached the group of men in black and glanced at Su Qingqing beside him, asking,
"What do you think we should do with these people? Should we break their arms and legs and tell them to scram?"
Su Qingqing frowned slightly and said softly,
"It might be better not to act rashly. First, ask them why they are working for the Japanese. Maybe they have their own difficulties that they can't speak of?"
"Alright then!"
Yan Moshan nodded and turned to the men in black, demanding,
"You scum who help tyrants, why are you working for a Japanese? You better explain yourselves clearly!"
After Yan Moshan finished his question, none of the men in black dared to answer, and each remained silent.
"Hmph, is it because this little Japanese guy pays you money, and that's why you work for him?"
Still, the men remained silent, but a few seemed like they wanted to speak yet didn't dare, their gazes shifting uncomfortably when they looked at Miura Shota.