Chu Wang didn't understand the meaning behind Tang Qing's words, assuming he was no longer wanted around.
He glared at Hu Li again. How dare she lay a finger on his money! What audacity!
Chu Wang's gaze bore into Tang Qing, as if trying to memorize his face. His anger eventually transformed into cold calm. He said indifferently, "My young friend, fortunes change, don't they? I look forward to the day we meet again. Until then."
Having said that,
He signaled to the eight men around the corner.
This time, the fighter didn't stop them. He stepped aside, and the skinny tall man was carried out of the studio by the other men.
Ready to get in the car and leave.
Before he got into the car.
Chu Wang looked back at the studio, his gaze filled with ferocity.
Tang Qing didn't care. He even waved and smiled at Chu Wang as if they were old friends. If he'd had a handkerchief in his hand, it would definitely look like he was seeing him off, and that was exactly what Tang Qing intended.
