Zhao Hu was dumbfounded upon seeing Ye Xiong walk in.
He suddenly slapped a young thug beside him fiercely and shouted angrily, "Damn it, didn't you say he had become a vegetable, lying in bed?"
The young thug, clutching his face, sobbed, "Just a few days ago, he was still in the hospital bed!"
"A few days ago, I was still loaded, but now I'm piss poor. Damn your sister, you've screwed me over."
Zhao Hu furiously slapped the young thug several times, turning his face into a pig's head before finally stopping.
Turning around, the ferocity on his face instantly transformed into a servile smile as he said, "Brother Xiong, this is a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding."
"I think it's a misunderstanding too," you misunderstood me for a vegetable, so you dared to ignore what I've said."
"Brother Xiong, please spare me, I'm begging you on my knees."
