"Boss!" Dao Yinping gritted his teeth and raised his voice a few notches, fawningly said.
"That fucking Dao Yinping! You got guts, dare to not answer my calls for half a day?!" Ma Longbiao's grating voice came through the walkie-talkie, intermittently.
Jiang Yan frowned and listened closely; the background noise on the other side was very clean, with the faint sound of rain.
It seemed that the other party was inside a building, near a window.
"I'm sorry, boss, I was just taking care of some business, hehe, you know," Dao Yinping continued in a conciliatory tone, swallowing his anger.
Ma Longbiao on the other end, of course, unleashed a tirade of cursing and scolding.
Su Dai and the others exchanged glances:
Is Dao Yinping really the gang's second-in-command?
Why does it feel like his treatment is even worse than a lowly lackey?
"Those turtle sons of bitches on the 32nd floor haven't been out in the past few days, huh?!" Ma Longbiao burped, as if picking his teeth.
