"Boss…" Despite having been with Han Luoli for so long, Wei Feng couldn't help his voice trembling when his boss was angry…
Han Luoli raised a hand, loosening the tie around his neck. He took off his black suit jacket in a smooth, unhurried motion, a parabola sending it flying into Wei Feng's arms.
Wei Feng hurriedly caught it, his temples throbbing, stealing glances at him, and saw that his expression was calm and exceptionally stable.
He undid his shirt cuffs and rolled them up to his forearms layer by layer, as if in a slow-motion scene from a movie. In a situation where storms should have been brewing, he was steady as a mountain!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past Wei Feng, so swift that he lost his heartbeat and was unable to react.
The next moment, the big Boss made his move with lethal precision. An object, thrown with inertia, collided with the thick wall and rolled several times on the ground.
Wei Hao was flung to the ground with force.
