"What on earth are you saying..." Jiang Fangzheng's temper was on the verge of erupting, but before he could speak, Chen Wei hung up the phone without giving him a chance.
This infuriated Jiang Fangzheng, leaving his face red and neck thick with anger, feelings stuck in his throat, unutterable.
It was as if a surge of rage had been doused with a dismissive piss, unbearably uncomfortable, excruciating to the extreme!
If there was one sentence to describe Jiang Fangzheng's mood at that moment, he wished he could find Chen Wei right away and tear him to pieces!
How could he, Jiang Fangzheng, who had dominated for so many years, have ever been subjected to such humiliation?
"Just for killing a mere War General, do you think you can shit on my neck? Naive, you're too naive!"
In Jiang Fangzheng's view, even if Chen Wei had really killed Zhao Hui, it only proved that he had gathered enough people and most likely used underhanded tactics and schemes to kill Zhao Hui.