Gao Yongle descended the stairs, flinging the car door open in a fit of rage, and sat down inside the vehicle. The thought of Xie Yiduo's icy indifference and Ye Xiaofei's infuriating mouth made his blood boil, and he spat out in contempt, "This bastard, he really fucking lacks manners."
"Dad, what should we do now?"
Gao Xingbin sighed helplessly; he had anticipated a bad result, yet the conclusion was much more frustrating than expected. Seeing so much blood spilled inside the car, he was extremely worried.
"Call the people from the Dragon-Tiger Gang, let them come and teach this kid a lesson."
After pondering for a moment, Gao Yongle thought that the underworld of Zhaoyang City had been unstable recently, but as businessmen, they needed such people to run their venues. There were indeed many factions in the dark parts of Zhaoyang, like the Flying Tiger Gang, but that gang did not involve itself in underworld disputes.