Wang Ye's voice then resonated:
"It's alright, let those four come in."
Upon hearing Wang Ye's words, Su Wanqing hesitated for a moment, but eventually allowed the four people to come before Wang Ye.
Wang Ye watched the four figures standing before his desk, their faces alight with anger staring back at him. Yet, he remained indifferent, taking a sip of tea before slowly standing up and leisurely addressing Luo Lian and the others:
"What's with all the anger? Come, come, take a seat, all of you, take a seat."
"Sit my ass!"
Xiong Ma bellowed furiously, his eyes nearly red as he glared at Wang Ye, his fists the size of bowling balls clenched tightly. He barked at Wang Ye:
"You're already poaching our people, and you expect us to sit down here and talk to you nicely?"
