Young Master Zhao was also furious. Jiang Chuan's reprimand made him lose face, and combined with this morning's grievances in the cafe, his hatred for Jiang Chuan reached its peak.
"Jiang Chuan, I won't let you off today. Just wait to be beaten until you kneel and beg for mercy!"
As soon as Young Master Zhao finished speaking, he took out his phone to call for help.
"San Zi, bring some brothers and grab the gear. Today, I want someone to be crippled!"
"Yes, Young Master Zhao!"
Putting down the phone, Young Master Zhao's face showed a sinister smile.
"Did you hear that, Jiang Chuan? My men will be here soon. When that time comes, I really want to see how you kneel at my feet, begging for mercy."
"Rest assured, when the time comes, I absolutely won't let you go!"
"I'll break your arms and legs, then throw you into the river. I want you to know the outcome of daring to offend me, Young Master Zhao!"
