As soon as he reached the bottom of the building, Old Zhao heard a clamor. Looking up, it seemed that Huang Yong was arguing with someone.
This couldn't help but make Old Zhao's heart tighten, thinking something had gone awry with the transaction, and he quickened his pace.
But a subordinate beside him, who didn't seem bothered, blocked his way and said, "Hey, why are you walking so fast, going to a funeral or what!"
Old Zhao was anxious and got angry, "Aren't you aware at the front..."
"None of your damn business! Stay put!" He was cut off immediately.
Another subordinate approached from the side, "Damn, it's Yang Xue again. That woman really is a handful."
"Nonsense, her man was taken, do you think she'd be in a good mood?"
"Haha, no man? Then come find me, I can help her cool off!"
"Screw you! You? Say that in front of the boss if you dare."
...
"Hey, are those people at the back the survivors?"
