"Mr. Shao, I—I'll release him right away," Wang Dagang said, trembling.
Even without Shao Zhonglou's phone call, Wang Dagang no longer dared to push his luck.
"Hmph, release him? You casually arrested someone, and now you think you can end this matter without a single word of explanation? Wang Dagang, who do you think you are?"
"Mr. Shao, I was wrong, I was truly wrong! I'll apologize to Mr. Lin," Wang Dagang pleaded.
"Hmph, apologize? You think that will work? I'm telling you, this is far from over."
Shao Zhonglou hung up.
Wang Dagang felt like he was going to die. Drenched in cold sweat, he collapsed to the ground. He wanted to stand up, but his entire body was limp. Forget standing; even breathing felt difficult.
But the blows didn't stop there. Just then, Wang Dagang's phone rang again.
