After all, Ma Guangming is still a big shot in the Provincial City. He just glared furiously, his face full of murderous aura, fists clenched, staring intently at Liu Zhizhong, but he didn't explode into a rage.
But Huang Wenhui, this lackey, couldn't hold it together anymore, totally couldn't hold it.
He felt as if he and his master had been greatly insulted together, and his whole person exploded.
With a bang, Huang Wenhui slammed the table with his fist.
The plates and dishes on the table shook a bit, and the oppressive force emerged.
Huang Wenhui shouted wildly, "So, after all this, you little bastard are just here to toy with us, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are, daring to treat us like this? Do you even know, with a flick of our fingers, you're doomed? Little son of a bitch, you refuse to cry until you see the coffin! Just you wait! Just wait!!!"
Slap!!!
He slapped the dining table hard again, picking up his phone.
