Liu Zhizhong's eyes shone with indifference as he looked disdainfully at Huang Wenhui, and even glanced at Ma Guangming with equal disdain.
He said coolly, "I'm the man among those four outsiders back then. Isn't it clear now? Didn't understand? Should I explain again?"
"Ah... uh..." Ma Guangming's eyes suddenly widened, and his face turned as black as a pot bottom. His body trembled uncontrollably, like a shivering sugar sieve. "You... you, you, you..."
"Ah... you!! Ah..." Huang Wenhui was not doing well either; his face turned green with fear and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Through the entire incident, it was he and his master Ma Guangming who knew best what was going on. The persons involved were almost top secret.
But now, this young man was actually that man. Ma Liandong later said he thought he was just a chauffeur.
However, now that it has come to this, if this master and servant pair still doesn't understand, then it's too late.
