Fu Yanting's calm eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and the warmth of his usual smile faded slightly.
He knew full well that Fēng Shén wasn't the sort of player who made excuses for losing a race; he stood up and made a phone call from the corner.
"There's something wrong with the race car, bring out the spare prepared by the Fus."
"And check who tampered with it."
Fu Yanting's voice was crisp, but the person on the other end knew that once the person who tripped up the Fus was found, the boss would definitely deal with them ruthlessly without making a sound.
From his perspective, it was better to offend the harsh and cold Qi Jincheng than to cross his own cunning fox.
Qi Jincheng, although bloodthirsty and violent, acted decisively, at least allowing one to die swiftly.
But Fu Yanting would torment you bit by bit until you collapsed both mentally and physically without knowing which enemy had done you in.
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