The smile on Hei San’s face was even more wretched than if he had cried. As if begging for forgiveness, he bowed down while asking Fang Xing to sit.
“I won’t sit just yet. I’ve got something to sort out, first....” Fang Xing pointed towards Liu on the floor as he grinned. “Does Shixiong Hei San still want to meddle with someone else’s business?”
Hei San responded with a depressed face, “No… not at all. It’s not like I was close with him or anything. No… I barely even know him….”
Satisfied with the reply, Fang Xing turned around and waved to the plump Taoist below. “Shixiong Zhu! Come up here!”
After a short pause, the plump Taoist ran up the terrace with short quick steps. Then, he stood in shock while looking at Fang Xing.
Fang Xing pointed to Liu sprawled out like a dead mutt on the floor. “This person has bullied you so much. How would you like to avenge yourself personally?”
