Xu Yang furrowed his brow.
This situation was really tricky to deal with.
As the two were discussing, Hu Jialang had already arrived at another hotel and changed into a different set of clothes.
Truth be told, Hu Jialang still felt a bit scared.
He was not afraid of being arrested by the police.
Because he knew he hadn't actually accomplished anything, the problem was not that serious.
What really concerned him was the axe from before, which had almost cleaved into his forehead.
If it had hit him, he would have been finished.
He was a third-generation heir, with endless wealth and a bright future ahead. It would have been extremely frustrating to die by an axe.
