Wu Yu stared intently at the "parcel receipt" in front of him.
The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.
An indescribable rage mixed with a nearly absurd sense of euphoria surged to his head!
"Good! Good! Very good!" Wu Yu's voice squeezed out through clenched teeth, carrying a fury suppressed to the extreme, "Dare to mess with my people at my Qingjian City, right at the doorstep of my Divine Management Bureau?! And at this time?!"
He abruptly raised his head, his eyes shooting out a cold light, like an enraged lion, he roared at his secretary beside him, his voice making the entire hall buzz:
"Send it! Send it for me! Pack these two pieces of trash along with this 'parcel receipt'! Use the fastest express line! Send it back to Shangjing exactly as it is! Send it to that damn Martial Arts Hall! Tell them, these are theirs! The garbage they threw away! I, Wu Yu, am cleaning their house for them!"
