Zhou Tao's face was an ugly extreme, his eyes flickered with a thick murderous intent, and his fists clenched so tightly that they might draw blood.
For the third time!
Zhou Tao's fury had reached its zenith, and he had already sworn he would kill Tangyu. If he did not avenge this insult, he would no longer call himself Zhou Tao.
"Humph, you think I'd just let you walk away so easily? Do you really think I can't see the little schemes in your heart? You want to hold me here, but I doubt you have the guts," Tangyu sneered.
Zhou Tao saw through his scheme and broke into a smile rather than anger, "Not stupid, I underestimated you. So what? I am going to keep you here today. If you walk out of here undisturbed, where would I, Zhou Tao, put my face?
