"Look here, sir! I'm doing you a favor, please don't get me into trouble!"
'Do you want the boss to be your underling?
'Are you looking for death?
'Boss wasn't a weakling like Greenhead.'
Redhead felt a chill running down his neck.
If the boss got angry, he would also suffer.
"Young man, you're not joking, right?"
The old man quickly regained his elegant demeanor and took a small napkin to wipe the tea from the corner of his mouth.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
Wang Ran looked at the old man and shrugged.
"The west sent you, didn't they?"
The old man put down the towel and clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.
"Well, they did not.
"But I'm dropping by there after this, anyway," Wang Ran said with a smile.