"Director Liu, do you still not understand what I mean?" Yun Mu looked at Liu Zhitao with a mocking amusement. This guy really doesn't shed a tear until he sees the coffin—a question so obvious, and yet you still ask?
"I... I don't understand what you're talking about!" Director Liu still tried to deny it.
"Slap!"
Yun Mu took off his own shoe and slapped it across Director Liu's face.
The director couldn't help but inhale sharply—this must hurt, right?
This guy was actually pretty smart, knowing it'd hurt his own hand to use it.
Yun Mu hit with great force, and Director Liu was in utter agony, roaring furiously, "Boy, this is the company; how dare you hit someone? You're just a minor customer, I can call the police at any time!"
Yun Mu grinned maliciously, "Heh, call the police? I bet you won't dare!"
With that, he kicked Zhou Hu, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, and shouted, "Spill what you guys have been up to!"
