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In a top-level hotel.
"Bastard! Son of a bitch! I must kill him!"
"That Ye family guy! And Zhu Guangbo! If I don't tear those two assholes to pieces, then I'm not surnamed Zhao!"
Smack!
Thud thud!
Zhao Wenming, inside the presidential suite, went crazy smashing everything around him.
The once tidy room was now a complete mess.
The bodyguards were shivering on the side, and the servants dared not utter a sound.
The other two wealthy tycoons were equally unable to contain their anger, continuously slapping their thighs.
"The shame of it! Today is the greatest shame of my life! Slapped in the face in front of hundreds of thousands of people, how am I supposed to live on! No, I must have my revenge! If I don't avenge this, how can I continue to mix in this world!"
"Exactly! Right now, I just want to chop that Ye guy and Zhu Guangbo into little pieces, eat their flesh, drink their blood, but even that wouldn't quench the hatred in my heart! Kill! We must kill!"
