Fang Cheng flicked the dagger around his fingers carelessly.
He glanced coldly at the two men who were still standing and spoke again:
"Do you have any other business?"
"Ah? No, no!"
"We were just passing by, looking to rent a house."
The tattooed man and the suave guy quickly shook their heads, denying everything.
They completely brushed off the previous shouting.
"There are no extra houses here."
Fang Cheng's gaze turned chilly, warning them:
"Remember not to cause trouble at Old Factory Street again, otherwise..."
As he spoke, his hands tightened around the dagger, clenching his fingers and exerting force.
With a "snap", the thin dagger was forcefully broken in two.
The two men were taken aback.
"We know, we know!"
They quickly turned and ran outside.
"Wait."
Hearing the voice that sounded like a death knell, the two men couldn't help shivering and nervously turned back.
