"Dinglingling"
The landline rang again at such a time.
"What?"
President Okubo's voice came through,
"Manager Li, I've received your notice. Hehe, my side meant well, stepping in to help your company ease the conflict with East City Society, turning swords into plowshares. But looking at your ultimatum, it seems there might be some misunderstanding."
"Oh, expressing goodwill, turning swords into plowshares, some misunderstanding, is it?"
Li Pan turned his head to look at the mobsters outside the company's entrance shouting, "Ora ora ora!," "Baga baga baga!," and "Tie mie tie mie tie mie!" as they beat and kicked the light wall.
"Then, President Okubo, how about you release my company's people first, get rid of the vermin blocking our door, then compensate me a little bit for mental damages, and afterwards, we can talk about goodwill and misunderstanding?"
President Okubo sighed,
