Yang Bo hadn't controlled himself just now. He admitted he had acted impulsively.
He was already anxious, and this red-haired man wanted to massacre the hostages on a large scale. If the authorities lost their temper—like certain countries on Earth conducting counter-terrorism operations with forceful assaults, regardless of hostage safety—wouldn't he be completely screwed?
Seeing the red-haired man's arrogant demeanor, he felt as if he were looking at the developers his group had faced back in the day. Those developers were dressed in suits and leather shoes, surrounded by a large pack of lapdogs.
They had clamored at Yang Bo and his group of pitiful people, "Come on, hit me! See if my lawyer doesn't send you all to prison to eat jail food.
"You bought those unfinished houses yourselves. Blame your own bad luck.
"Stop coming here to make a scene one by one, or I'll sue you for disrupting company operations..."
