Zhao Changhe's gaze was fixed on Chu Yang.
If stares could kill, Chu Yang would have been slain countless times by Zhao Changhe's gaze.
"Where are you from?" Zhao Changhe asked Chu Yang sternly.
Chu Yang said indifferently, "I'm from Yunxi Village."
Zhao Changhe's angry eyes appeared as if about to spew fire, "Since you're from Yunxi Village, then you must know Wang Dehong!"
Chu Yang said indifferently, "I know of him."
"Heh, since you're aware of Wang Dehong, that makes things easy!"
"I'll tell you, Wang Dehong used to be under me, he ran with me," Zhao Changhe said.
Chu Yang replied, "Oh? What of it?"
"Haha, what an arrogant kid! I'll tell you, Wang Dehong is the local despot in Yunxi Village, there's nobody in Yunxi Village who isn't afraid of Wang Dehong."
"I'm going to call Wang Dehong right now to take care of you." Zhao Changhe took out his mobile phone, ready to call Wang Dehong.
Chu Yang laughed scornfully, "Don't bother calling, Wang Dehong is already finished."
