Hong Qi didn't know when he had stepped down from his sports car, standing not far from Ouke with a cold gaze in his eyes and a somber expression on his cheeks.
Looking at Ouke, his words had already become quite impolite.
It was Ouke's honor that Hong Qi gave him face, but Ouke was just a lowly security guard, and how much face could a lowly security guard have, and for how long could he make him wait patiently?
So his patience soon wore thin, so he got out of the sports car and came over to Ouke, saying those words.
Of course, the reason why his patience had been worn down so quickly wasn't just because Ouke hadn't handled things swiftly enough.
After all, it hadn't been that long since Ouke had appeared here. The main reason Hong Qi's patience had abated so quickly was because of the owner of one of those dozen or so sports cars behind him.
No, to be precise, it was because of the owner of a certain sports car among those behind him.
