The vast general manager's office was dead silent. Who would have thought someone would so brazenly brandish a gun?
"Are you deaf, or just mute?" Yang Hu looked down at Wang Han, baring his teeth in a grin.
Wang Han kept his head down, remaining silent.
BANG!
Yang Hu kicked out, sending Wang Han flying across the floor until he slammed heavily into the wall. He clutched his abdomen with both hands, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.
Wang Han's entire face was twisted in pain. His body curled up, spasming uncontrollably.
PAH!
Yang Hu spat viciously. "You think you can do whatever you want just because you have a little power?" he said coldly. "Do you really think you're the Heavenly King?"
Yang Hu turned and asked Chen Yang, "Boss, should we kill this piece of trash?"
Zheng Xiaoman and everyone else were speechless. A tense silence fell over the room.
HUFF! HUFF!
