"Mr. Long... we... we... the Young Master also is..."
Li Biao stammered, struggling to complete his sentence.
In Lu Weilong's presence, enforcers like Li Biao were nothing more than ants; Lu Weilong could crush him with one hand.
"Shit..."
With a wave of his hand, Lu Weilong sent a gust of wind crashing into Li Biao and cursed, "If you babble on, you'll stay here forever!"
If it wasn't for Lu Ning telling him to keep a low profile, he really would've used a Parasite to poison these damn bastards to death!
"Biaozi... let's just give Mr. Long some face!"
Lin Zhengdong signaled Li Biao with his eyes.
Now that the elder brother hadn't returned, it wasn't a good time to clash with this fatso.
"And you reporters, how fucking cheap can you be, coming here for money? What about your faith, your integrity? What happened to, you know, morals and justice?"
Lu Weilong then turned toward the reporters, who exchanged glances, cursing as he extended his hand, "Hand over the CD!"