He Lei vented his anger wildly, the scattered wine bottles on the ground clattered as he kicked them around.
Yang Buwei was driven to a headache by the noise. He staggered to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face randomly. His mind felt a bit clearer afterwards.
"Lei, can you chill out a bit? Your noise is making my head want to explode!" Yang Buwei rushed to the sofa in a few steps, plopped down, and spread his arms on the cushion: "Brother, why are you so angry? It's just Liu Fugui. That guy probably doesn't know the situation here yet. When that idiot arrives, we'll trap him like a turtle in a jar. Isn't that great? You'll be the hero, my friend! Once he's in your hands, you'll be able to do whatever you feel like to him!"
