"Mr. Su, I will prepare a thousand spirit stones to apologize. Please forgive me!" Chu Tiankuo said, holding back his humiliation.
Gao Zhan snapped, "Do you really think Mr. Su would care about those lousy spirit stones? You should be asking Mr. Su what you can do to lighten his mood."
"May I ask, Mr. Su, what can I do to lighten your mood?" Chu Tiankuo, with anger churning in his chest, could only suppress and endure it.
Su Hang looked toward Tang Ming and the others.
"What are you all standing around for? Get lost!" Chu Tiankuo bellowed at his subordinates, his face twisted into a snarl.
Tang Ming trembled all over, nearly collapsing to the ground.
The situation was as clear as day: Chu Tiankuo had kicked an iron plate.
It was because of him that Chu Tiankuo had gone to kick this iron plate.
Without much thought, Tang Ming knew Chu Tiankuo would surely repay the humiliation and pain he had suffered, doubled back onto him.
