"I've painstakingly hidden my strength, secretly building it up, just to catch Liu Yuanhu off guard one day—and you idiot went and spilled it all!"
Feeling Zhao Honglie's storm-like fury, Han Lu instinctively gulped. He also realized that he might have taken things too far.
"Boss, I really know I was wrong!"
After venting, Zhao Honglie gradually calmed down.
"If it weren't for the fact that you once took a blade for me, I would've chopped you up long ago. Every day, instead of training properly, you're off causing all kinds of nonsense. Do you have any idea how many people are eyeing your position?"
Zhao Honglie's disapproval was laced with frustration.
Han Lu, however, breathed a sigh of relief internally. This meant he had passed the crisis. Rubbing his head, he grinned in an attempt to please Zhao Honglie:
"Black Sand Gang is still under your command, Boss. No matter who's watching my position, it's useless to them."
