"Son of a bitch! That Chen Feng has some nerve!" Zhang Long slammed his hand on the table after hanging up, furious that he had lost face. After all, he had just given Zhou Fan his word.
"Alright, Younger Brother Zhou, let's go straight to the Chen Conglomerate. Their general manager is way too arrogant. How dare he refuse to hand the guy over to me? Does he really think I, Zhang Long, am a pushover!"
"Brother Zhang, if it's too much trouble, just forget it. I can deal with Liu Chuang another way."
"No need. It's just a general manager protecting his assistant. Today, I'm going to see just what he thinks he can use to protect him!"
Zhang Long had a temper of his own. Ignoring Zhou Fan's protests, he immediately took a group of bodyguards, and together with Zhou Fan, descended upon the Chen Conglomerate building at lightning speed.
