Meanwhile…
"Haha! You guys really got me good!" Primo laughed as he sped through the hallway, wheeling Grandma Zhu in front of him. "Man… I shouldn't have trusted that idiot. Instead, I should've just killed him when he got beaten up into a pulp."
"Hah!" Grandma Zhu gripped the armrest, afraid she would fall at their speed. She looked back at the young man behind her, sneering. "You shouldn't just blame my grandson for it. Blame yourself for targeting our family."
"Old Madam Zhu, I'm already annoyed enough for me to snap that fragile little neck of yours." Primo hissed, gazing down at the Old Madam Zhu without slowing down in his pace. "If I were you, you better shut your damn fucking mouth. I'm not in the mood and I'm afraid I don't have the patience to spare."
