Upon hearing Zhou Yu's words, Rong Wanlun continued to smile apologetically:
"Mr. Zhou, please don't worry. I'll have this rebellious son hand the person over immediately."
"Mr. Zhou, please have a seat first."
"Someone, pour Mr. Zhou another cup of tea!"
Bam!
Zhou Yu slapped the table, shattering it to pieces.
"Rong Wanlun, stop pretending."
"Do you think I can't see through your father-son trick?"
"My request for you to hand the person over willingly was already giving you much face."
"If you keep performing this act, don't blame me for being unkind."
A murderous intent erupted from Zhou Yu, locking onto Rong Wanlun.
Seeing that Zhou Yu had seen through their plot, a fierce look immediately appeared in Rong Wanlun's eyes.
He shouted loudly.
"Someone, stop this kid for me."
"Don't let him leave with the Medicine Spirit Saint Body."
