Rory "Hammer" Luo's voice was downright tragic.
Mason He, sprawled on the floor, got his face smothered by one of Rory's thugs' butts. Add in a stress-fart, and the poor guy was knocked out cold.
The human-shaped hole in the ceiling looked freaky as hell—one glance and you’d get the chills.
Evan Lin just sipped his tea, completely ignoring Rory's shouting.
“Yeah! Right here at the Shanggrida Grand Hotel! The big-name star I picked out for you showed up today, and tonight she'll be all yours—but now some punk is trying to snatch her away. Not only does he disrespect me, he doesn't give a damn about you either!”
“Guys like this need to be taught a lesson, Sam! Who in all of Jinnan would dare not give you face?”
Rory wasn't quiet about it. Every sentence made Liz Ji's face change color.
Queenie Tong, on the other hand, had totally relaxed. Pouring tea and water, she’d sneak glances at Evan Lin now and then, feeling more and more confident—zero fear left.
“Fine! I’ll keep watch right here and make sure he doesn’t escape! Don’t worry!”
Rory slapped his chest as a guarantee, then hung up the phone with a loud smack.