Although Zhong Siquan's head was covered by a plastic bucket, he could still be recognized by the white casual clothes he wore.
"Boss!"
"Young Master Zhong!"
The five guys rushed to Zhong Siquan's side, enduring the foul smell as they removed the plastic bucket from his head.
By then, Zhong Siquan was almost suffocated by the stench and gasped for air before glaring at them furiously, "You guys seemed to be having a lot of fun just now!"
Hearing this, the five men shrank their necks, not daring to meet Zhong Siquan's eyes.
Because, they really had been laughing quite heartily.
"Boss... boss, we made a mistake just now, we really didn't know it was you, we thought you had succeeded!" one of the boys stammered.
But it was better if he hadn't explained. With that explanation, Zhong Siquan's anger flared up.
"For fuck's sake, what the hell are your eyes for? How could you mistake that? Go eat shit!"
While cursing, Zhong Siquan was about to kick the boy.
