The Fat Manager and the four security guards' mouths grew wider and wider.
A foreboding feeling surged within each of their hearts.
Fan Yi sighed, patted the Fat Manager on the shoulder, and said sympathetically, "Stop looking. Let me introduce Yang Fei, Boss Yang."
"He is one of the largest shareholders of Qingquan Stone's top flow; usually, Boss Lin handles the business here. Today is his first visit."
Thump!
The Fat Manager's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground.
He looked like a frog struck by lightning, staring at Yang Fei in utter horror; his face flabby and trembling, unable to utter a word.
"Yang... Boss Yang?"
Yang Fei looked at him with a half-smile, "So, do you still want to throw me out?"
"Dare not, dare not..."
The Fat Manager trembled all over, repeatedly saying he didn't dare.
He tried to squeeze out a smile, but that smile looked uglier than crying.
"Still want to fight every time you see me?"