"Don't just stand there, do something!" the tall man shouted, his face twisted in fury.
His men instantly began to beat the ground with their fists and feet, their frustration manifesting in violence.
The first blow landed hard on the foster father's back, knocking him to the ground with a grunt.
The second hit came swiftly, landing across the foster mother's face. She cried out in pain as the men pummeled them, their fists landing like hammers.
"Why are you doing this?!" the foster mother cried, her eyes wide with fear.
But the men of the vice president's entourage weren't listening. They were enraged beyond reasoning.
They had been made fools of.
The vice president's time and effort had been wasted, and now they had nothing to show for it except for the gratitude letter left by Xi Ping.