Yang Hui was almost spitting blood with contempt for Xiang Yu's disregard. He had never encountered someone so shameless; it was shamelessness to the extreme.
But the thing was, he couldn't do anything about Xiang Yu, and that made him feel an even stronger urge to spit blood.
Feng Tao hurriedly tried to comfort him carefully, "Section Chief Yang, don't be angry. Boss Xiang is a straightforward person; we should try to understand him."
Actually, Feng Tao was also taking this opportunity to signal to Xiang Yu, hoping he wouldn't lose his temper. Xiang Yu completely ignored this and lay down on the couch to rest again.
Less than half an hour later, a middle-aged man huffed and puffed as he walked in. Behind him followed four men, all with broad shoulders and stout waists, not at all inferior to Tie Zhuzi.