Pedestrian street.
Liu Wentian, after hearing the dial tone from the other end of the phone, was silent for a few seconds before tossing the phone back to Yan Tian.
Then he turned to Wu Hai and said, "I said earlier that I would break your arms and legs, right? Right now, I'm in a rather foul mood, and it just so happens I need someone to vent on."
Upon hearing Liu Wentian's words, Wu Hai was so angry he was almost about to curse out loud.
Dammit, I'm the future heir of Xinghui Group, the famous young master of Shenming City—and you're telling me you want to use me to vent because you're feeling upset? This is insane!
But now, he didn't dare to lash out with curses. Just now, Liu Wentian took down dozens of men with a single move and subdued nearly three hundred people—it was like he was a killing god. He had been arrogant before, but now he wouldn't go looking for trouble with Liu Wentian, at least not until he had left and then planned for the long term.
