Huang Bingshan's face turned green, and without a second thought, he burst out cursing, "Qian Sihai, have you fucking lost your mind?"
"What do you think you are?"
"Fuck, do I know you?"
"You, a lonely ghost who lifts his own bowl to eat a reunion meal, stop fucking trying to cozy up to me!"
"..."
"Beep... beep beep..."
Huang Bingshan cursed for a full five minutes and, unable to think of any better swear words, finally hung up the phone.
Did Qian Sihai have no brains?
If he could still stand toe to toe with the Su Family, would he have endured the vengeance of his son's severed arm, and how could he willingly hand over the shares of Fuyao Group?
Picking a fight with that Mang Zhong, wasn't that essentially the same as directly offending the Jade Demon?
Even now, he believed that the terrifying fat man was a subordinate of the Jade Demon.
And the image of his brother's tragic death was still rolling in his mind!
