"Shut up!"
Fang Wuyong was also furious, "When you did this thing in the beginning, why didn't you say so? Now that it has failed, you come to trouble me?
Do you really think Fang Wuyong is easy to provoke?
My son has been imprisoned, keep up your clatter, and believe it or not, I'll kill you!"
"Alright, enough, let's not fight anymore. Now is not the time for internal strife. None of us wanted these things to happen!"
Wan Hua came out as the mediator and managed to calm the two down: "We've suffered such a big loss, the urgent task is to quickly think of a way to remedy it.
If things keep going like this, Bihai Club might really be destroyed by the tiny Xinmeng Group."
"We can only place our hopes on the Dragon Country War God, Mo Sect Master, and Xiao Corporation's mysterious boss.
No matter which one of them, if we can grasp just one, it would be success for us," Fang Wuyong said irritably.
"I agree!"
