Gao Fushuai covered his face, which Jue Wu had slapped red, and looked at Jue Wu with a trembling body and an expression of disbelief, shouting, "Fine, you've got guts, Monk. I'll remember you. Just you wait."
Jue Wu composed himself, brought his palms together, and said, "Amitabha, if I don't go to Hell, who will? Since that's the case, I'll be waiting."
Seeing Jue Wu's calm expression, Gao Fushuai was so angry he was practically smoking, trembling all over. Someone could have used him to keep a beat for a square dance.
Gao Fushuai glanced at the muscles on Jue Wu's body, decided against making himself miserable, pushed Jue Wu aside, and found another empty seat to sit down.
Bai Fumei looked at Jue Wu with some concern and said, "Master, you really should apologize to him. After all, his father is the chief of police."
