Mr. Rong Liming was naturally infuriated, having sent these people to seek revenge for him, only to have them beaten half to death by someone else. He almost coughed up blood in anger.
"You bunch of good-for-nothings, what use is it feeding you? Look at this mess you've made! You even have the nerve to come back here, a bunch of useless cowards, so many of you, and you can't even subdue one man!"
Wanshan quickly replied, "Young Master, it's really not our fault, the man is just too powerful, we simply couldn't hold him off, we also didn't expect that he would know martial arts."
Mr. Rong Liming slammed the table, his face turning dark. This man was actually not altogether useless; he knew some brute's martial arts—it seemed he had underestimated him!
"Your identities weren't exposed, were they?"
Wanshan originally wanted to lie, but he knew he couldn't hide it and thus honestly said, "No, he, he, he saw my waist badge."
