Chapter 397 Tianlong Security Company

• Dalek led a dozen punks to block off Yan Mo’s yard. The man at the front had a coiled dragon tattoo on his shoulder and a mean, hard face—the kind you don’t mess with. Well, unless you’re Dominic.
• The villagers all stood at their own doors, watching the show, not lifting a finger to help. Compared to Peach Blossom Village, this place was way colder.
• Dalek leaned in and whispered to the leader, who then walked straight to Dominic. “Not bad, kid. Rolling up in a Bentley. But I checked. The car isn’t even under your name. What, rented to show off?”