Zhao Tiezhu, this bastard, obviously wanted to take his grandfather hostage.
That completely crossed Zhang Xiaofan's bottom line.
Zhang Xiaofan glared back, his fists clenched as if ablaze with anger.
Still, he took out his phone and dialed Zhao Tiezhu.
After two rings,
"Zhao Tiezhu, if you lay a finger on my grandfather, I can make your life a living hell, I mean what I say," he threatened.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Zhang Xiaofan, let me tell you, the reason I was nice to you before was that I thought you had powerful backing, and you were somewhat useful to me."
"But now, you've completely angered me as well."
"Don't think just because you have some skills that you're unbeatable."
"This is Stone Village, my turf."
"You still want to shut down my factory? I think you're looking for death!"
"If you want your grandfather to stay safe, come to the factory."
With that, Zhao Tiezhu hung up the phone.
"Village chief, lend me your motorcycle."
Zhang Xiaofan's face was full of rage.