Stepping out of the door, Ye Xiong related to Long Zaitian the incident where he had beaten Long Tianya, and upon hearing this, Long Zaitian burst into hearty laughter.
"Awesome, damn awesome, I'm really impressed with you, kid. Aren't you afraid he'll sue you?" Long Zaitian, overjoyed, let slip some vulgar language, forgetting his image.
"He doesn't have time to tend to his injuries, let alone settle scores with me. Besides, he can't sue me. There were no cameras in there, and the plastic bag had already burned away by the time I beat him, so he has no evidence," Ye Xiong said.
"If he really sues you, he could make it stick, but it would take too much time and effort, hardly worth it. I'm afraid he'll have to swallow this loss and bear the grudge," Long Zaitian said with a laugh.
"Having worked under him for years, he understands me, and I have likewise come to understand him. I calculated that he would not pursue the matter."
The two left the hospital and drove back.
