Watching Wang Hu approaching with clenched fists, Xie Dalin swallowed hard, his complexion utterly devoid of color. He had never imagined that none of Wang Hu's boxers could stand against Zhang Fan.
"Brother Hu, let's talk this out, huh? We've given you so much money, you can't just ignore loyalty!" Xie Dalin said in a panic.
Wang Hu pulled the card Xie Dalin had given him out of his pocket and threw it on the ground: "Who gives a damn about your lousy money."
Witnessing this scene, cold sweat began to stream down Xie Dalin's forehead. He squatted down, hastily picking up the bank card from the ground and said in a fluster, "Brother Hu, don't be like this. Keep the money, I'll give you another million. Call more people over to take care of that kid, how about that?"
Wang Hu's eyes turned frosty.
Shit, does he think this is a case of just calling more people to wrap things up?
Are you blind? Didn't you see that just now the lad had turned into a Killing God?
