"What are you implying?" At this point, some still chose to play deaf and dumb, acting as if they knew nothing.
"Hahaha, is it because I've misled you or are you guys just not trying to understand? What? Still clueless?"
The murderous intent flickered in Tang Ye's eyes, sizing up each and every person present.
"We're not clear, please elaborate." someone said.
"Fair enough!"
Tang Ye shoved Zhang Kaijie aside, took his seat at the head of the table, propped his feet up and yelled, "Ladies and gentlemen, isn't it about time you gave me back what you took from me?"
"We haven't touched anything that belongs to you."
Tang Ye's razor-sharp gaze shot across the space the moment the voice echoed, in that same split-second, a whip "crack" sound descended from the second floor with deadly precision, ensnared around the neck of the speaker, and with a flick of the wrist, flung him onto the ground who finally breathed his last.
