At this moment, Cui Hong seemed completely insane. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with boundless anger, hatred, madness, and a thirst for blood. There was not a trace of rationality left in him.
Second Brother's face turned red from the grip, desperately trying to pry Cui Hong's hand off.
However, Cui Hong had descended into a state of utmost frenzy. His strength was limitless, and Second Brother couldn't budge him. He felt like he was being suffocated.
"Boss, I..." Second Brother struggled to breathe, unable to speak.
"Boss, calm down a bit. Second Brother didn't mean it that way," Fourth Brother hurriedly approached and patted Cui Hong's shoulder.
His voice seemed to possess a peculiar magic. It managed to pull Cui Hong back from the edge of madness, even in his raging state.
Cui Hong released his grip and stood up.
