"You may leave now!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
He casually stuck the iron rod he was holding into the Benz.
"Ah! Yes, yes, yes! We're leaving right now!" a disciple from the Guan Martial Arts Hall came to his senses and exclaimed in fright.
They didn't even bother to drive, hurriedly preparing to leave.
"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao frowned and said.
"Sir, do you have any other orders?" the disciple from the Guan Martial Arts Hall asked, holding back tears.
"Take these pieces of trash on the ground with you, and relay a message to your master. Tell him to clean himself up and wait for me; I will personally visit in three days!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Yes, sir! We will relay your exact words." the disciple from the Guan Martial Arts Hall said.
After speaking, a group of people foolishly stood there, staring dryly at Zhang Xiaohao.
"Eh! Why haven't you left yet? Don't tell me you don't want to leave?" Zhang Xiaohao asked curiously.
