Yang Fan hadn't finished speaking: "This is your own choice. Since you've chosen your path, don't look back, get out."
Yang Fan issued a dismissal order.
For such two-faced turncoats, Yang Fan wouldn't spare any courtesy.
The three looked at each other; they knew Yang Fan's decision was firm. Unfortunately, they still didn't want to give up the last chance, trying to persuade Yang Fan.
"Mr. Yang..."
Chen Jiayan had just begun to speak when Yang Fan roared angrily: "Get out!"
Chen Jiayan, the thick-skinned old guy, still didn't give up, stubbornly trying to act like an undying cockroach, shamelessly trying again: "Mr. Yang..."
Smack!
Yang Fan sat upright on the sofa without moving. A fierce gust of wind whistled by, followed by a crisp sound. Chen Jiayan's body flipped in the air, slamming heavily onto the ground.
Covering his cheek with his hand, five bloody fingerprints appeared on his face, his left cheek swollen beyond recognition.
