"Wang Jie, why are you here?" In front of Wang Jie, Wang Chou didn't show any semblance of being an uncle; they looked as if they weren't very familiar with each other.
"The old master wants to bridge the gap for my uncle, and he specially sent you over; he's really biased." Wang Jie walked past the barricade with a knife in his hand, the blood on him almost splattering onto Wang Chou: "I respect you for being a few years older than me and call you uncle, but if you really see yourself as my elder, that's too ridiculous."
"Say less, no one will take you for a mute." Wang Chou had just finished speaking when a flash of a knife appeared before him. The next moment, a piercing pain came; his palm was penetrated by Wang Jie's knife and pinned to the car hood.
"If you die in the ward tonight, would my uncle's family be sad?" The blatant threat was undeniable as Wang Jie gazed with murderous intent, seemingly ready to actually carry it out.
