Yang Hui's pistol had been shot through, making him almost wet his pants in terror. His previous arrogance had completely disappeared, now replaced by a face filled with panic.
He had only known that Xiang Yu was the boss of a four-star hotel, but hadn't realized he was also involved with the underworld. No wonder he had said he could buy his life for one hundred thousand, and now, thinking about opposing such a person, he truly felt like he was seeking death.
"What are you going to do with that phone? Take a picture?" Xiang Yu suddenly looked at Yang Hui with a smile.
At this point, Yang Hui was sweating profusely; he awkwardly laughed and said, "No, I was just checking the time, and I think we should be going back now."
In his desperation, Yang Hui could only come up with excuses.
"No need to hurry, it's still early. Let's all sit down and talk," Xiang Yu said, kicking the parts of the pistol aside carelessly and then sitting down on the couch.