Lips twitching, right hand trembling.
Mr. Xu's gaze flitted about, his expression tense.
Wu Jie glanced sidelong and nearly peed himself laughing at the sight of him in such a state.
"Mr. Xu, what's the situation? It's just a phone call, no need to get scared looking so pathetic," he said.
Wu Jie picked up a roasted duck leg and tossed it into Mr. Xu's bowl. "Don't panic, have some duck leg to calm your nerves!"
Mr. Xu lifted his hand and took a fierce drag of his cigarette, frowning deeply.
"Ever heard of 'a tiger bullied by dogs when it's off its mountain'?" Mr. Xu scoffed.
With a mouthful of greasy food, Wu Jie glanced at the three furious members of the Mu Family.
"Haha! All I know is, 'a real dragon doesn't bother crossing the river.'
"But you, Mr. Xu, are the notoriously 'Mad Xu', not just a dragon but a wicked one at that. What have you got to fear?"
