He only saw a few underlings standing around like clubs, without any outsiders present, his brow furrowing again.
"Boss... oh no, Chairman."
The scar-faced man hurriedly pointed towards the corner of the wall and replied, "We've already invited the person here, just over there."
Chen Chen looked in the direction he pointed.
Seeing Xiao Shuai curled up on the ground, covered in injuries, the barely suppressed anger "whooshed" to his head, and his blood pressure soared.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He abruptly stood up, pointing at the scar-faced man's nose and roared:
"I told you to invite him over, and this is how you invite someone for me?!"
The scar-faced man and a group of underlings were all dumbfounded.
They looked at each other, full of confusion:
Wasn't this how the boss used to "invite people"?
Chen Chen seemed to see through their thoughts, pacing back and forth in anger, increasingly hysterical.
"The past is the past, now is now!"
