Zhang Jingdong applied force: "Are you going to call out?"
Now Zhang Jingdong's grip is strong enough to toss a fridge with one hand, let alone squeeze someone's neck.
It's no exaggeration; if he exerted full power, he could snap Yang Ze's neck in minutes.
So Yang Ze couldn't hold on immediately.
"Alright, alright... I'll call out!"
Yang Ze slowly turned his head to look at Liu Zongheng, hesitated for three to four seconds, and finally shouted to Liu Zongheng: "...Grandpa!"
Upon hearing this shout and seeing Yang Ze in such a pitiful state, Liu Zongheng felt a mix of worry but mostly intense joy.
He never expected that following boss Zhang Jingdong would not only make money, but now Zhang Jingdong was helping him vent his anger, especially against someone like Yang Ze.
He secretly decided to not only treat Zhang Jingdong as his boss in the future, but also as his leader.
Those couple of friends of Liu Zongheng were also surprised by Zhang Jingdong once more.
