Zhang Long's eyes gleamed with a cold light as he slowly stood up.
"Mr. Fang, calling you 'Mr. Fang' is giving you some face. Yes, I did plead with you back then, but it was only to get Mr. Fang to help smooth things over. Now that Mr. Fang is down, do you think I still need to beg you?"
Zhang Long's tone was calm, but the chill in it left Fang Shaoyu a bit stunned.
Zhang Long suddenly pressed a button, and immediately, several bodyguards from before came back in.
"Ah Jiu, throw Mr. Fang out for me!"
The bodyguards stepped forward, and without a word, grabbed Fang Shaoyu and began dragging him out.
"You Zhang dog, remember this, I will retaliate, I will bring down your company."
Zhang Long's eyes turned cold, and then he dialed a number: "I want you to do something for me, make someone disappear, and do it discreetly."
...
Ren Feng naturally knew nothing about these interludes, as he was now stepping into the lobby of the Flying Snow Group.
