Zhang Dazhi was neither rushed nor annoyed, sitting on the chair and smoking a cigarette. He squinted at Ye Tian across from him until Ye Tian finished cursing before he spoke, "Go on, I'm telling you to talk. Keep going until you feel good about it. I don't have many strengths, but I do have one big weakness, and that's caring too much about face, and I'm protective of my own too. There's no way I'd let someone hit me and still talk with them with a smile on my face. You say your piece, and once you're done, then it's my turn. I'm not in a hurry."
Looking at Zheng Dazhi with a cigarette in his mouth, Ye Tian was somewhat surprised. He still hadn't seen through this man. Could it be that what Chuanzi said about the Zheng family having killed people was true?
"Not talking anymore? Now it's my turn." Zheng Dazhi extinguished his cigarette butt in the ashtray, which was already filled with a pile of stubs.
