Slap!
He slammed down the phone so hard his lungs almost burst.
"Thug! Shameless!"
Zheng was furious.
Beside him, Wu Jie casually offered a cigarette.
"Why such fury? As the top thugs, wouldn't it be just like them to use some scheming tactics?"
Zheng chuckled.
"You seem pretty relaxed. But what do we do now?"
Wu Jie replied with a playful smile, "I don't mind! Whatever Elder Tan says, I do!"
"That's right! For such a big issue, it's best to let Elder Tan worry. Our job is just to follow orders!"
Zheng pulled over a chair and sat down, mimicking Wu Jie, smoking leisurely.
Wu Jie, calm and composed, was neither due to strong mental resilience but because he had anticipated this.
The first auction at noon had seen Perrio walk away in defeat, humiliated by Watanabe Taizo, no doubt fuming with anger.
With their domineering nature, how could they swallow such an insult?
