Yun Fei's heart trembled, fearing exactly what had come to pass: Wang Jing had indeed become irrational from Qian Dayong's provocation.
"Enough already, I'll go see your Young Master Tang. Let them go!" Yun Fei disregarded Wang Jing and instead turned to look at Wang Anxiang.
Wang Anxiang gave Yun Fei a glance, looked at the situation on the stage, and said indifferently, "President Yun, it seems you aren't in a position to negotiate right now!"
"Negotiate my ass, do we need to talk terms with you? If you're capable, kill me today and see if Qian Dayong furrows his brow!" Qian Dayong's fighting spirit surged, unstoppable even by gods.
Yun Fei instantly felt dizzy, for she had never seen someone so stubborn, so direct with an opponent—it was quite possible they would indeed resort to lethal measures.
However, considering the thousands of eyes watching below, Hua Yi should still not dare to do such a despicable thing. With that thought, she felt slightly more reassured.
