After hanging up the phone, the man regained his composure.
"Kid, you're done for now. You've provoked someone you shouldn't have."
"I'm telling you, offending our Brother Chao here is cutting off your own lifeline."
"I'll show you why flowers are red, and why you need real skill to stand out."
Zhang Yang chuckled coldly, "Did you forget you're still in my hands? Even if someone comes to back you up, it's gonna take a while, right?"
"Is it really wise to provoke me right now?"
The man's expression changed, "My boss is coming. You wouldn't dare touch me, would you? Do you have a death wish?"
At this point, some people came forward to persuade Zhang Yang not to be impulsive.
They all thought Zhang Yang was too young and prone to rashness in the face of bullying.
But they understood the hidden rules here; those with connections and power weren't people ordinary folks could afford to provoke.
Yet Zhang Yang remained silent, tightening his grip slightly.
