Mr. Xiang and Sun Hongjiang left the hotel.
"Son of a bitch, he actually dared to hit me, I'll make him pay with his life!"
Mr. Xiang had lost all semblance of a high-society gentleman, becoming the spitting image of a gang boss.
It wasn't strange at all, anyone would explode in anger in his place.
For so many years, no one had hit him, it was always him hitting others.
And now, he had been struck by a young whippersnapper. How could he possibly tolerate that?
"Mr. Xiang, if we kill him, it will bring us a lot of trouble," Sun Hongjiang said, showing much more reason.
Although he was also furious and wanted to dismember Xu Yang into a thousand pieces, eat Xu Yang's flesh, drink Xu Yang's blood, rip Xu Yang's tendons, and flay Xu Yang's skin.
But as much as he wished for that, it was an unrealistic expectation in reality.
