"Chen Hong, what do you think you are? Do you have the right to say you don't want to play? Hmph, sit down for me, will you?"
Fuming with pent-up anger, Pan Shi didn't say another word, grabbed the ashtray from the table, and viciously smashed it down on Chen Hong's head!
Bang!
A gash instantly opened on Chen Hong's head, blood streaming down his face.
"Steward Pan... you..."
Chen Hong had only wanted to stand up and express his dissatisfaction, but he had not anticipated that Pan Shi would be so agitated and actually strike him directly.
"Dammit! You know very well how many benefits you've received from the prince over the years, and you also know exactly how much dirty work you've done! Now you think you can just jump ship? Is that possible?" Pan Shi glared coldly at Chen Hong, "You can leave the ship, sure, but only if you're dead..."
