In a villa in Tianhai, Peng Hu sat coldly on a luxurious sofa with a figure kneeling in front of him.
"Trash, a bunch of trash, let someone snatch away what was already in hand."
With a cigar in hand, Peng Hu exhaled thick rings of smoke, his eyes flashing with rage.
At that moment, a sly-looking fellow beside Peng Hu spoke up, "Boss, calm down, we can't blame them for this incident. It just exceeded our expectations. Those guys were all wiped out in one move, which shows the strength of the person who took action."
"Such a good opportunity missed, it's damn frustrating."
Peng Hu crushed the cigar in his hand without feeling the burn.
"However, Boss, judging from this incident, the chairman still doesn't seem to trust you fully," said the sly-looking fellow with a gleam in his eyes.
"Hmph, that old guy, he never really trusted me, always guarded against me. Sooner or later, I will take everything he owns," Peng Hu snorted coldly.
