He couldn't help but walk towards Fan Xiaoyu.
"This woman belongs to my master. If you dare to touch her, I will chop off your hand," another woman in the room, a voluptuous beauty in her early thirties, said coldly as she looked at Li Chang.
Li Chang, frightened, shivered and forced a smile, stopping in his tracks obediently.
A burly man took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Mr. Wu, Liu Wentian has found out about this. He just called," the man said.
An eerie and resentful voice came from the other end of the phone, "He found out? Good. Even if he hadn't, I would have let him know sooner or later. Otherwise, what's the point? You guys wait there for him, and then have Li Chang and Yan Hong bring the woman over!"
The burly man, somewhat troubled, said, "Mr. Wu, I'm afraid we can't stop him. Even Li Kaishan is no match for him. And why don't we just take the woman away? Why wait for him?"