Yang Zhicheng frowned. He was so angry that his chest was going to explode. Completely infuriated, his face was hideous and twisted. "Scram! Why should I leave with you?! Your Third Master? Who does your Third Master think he is? He injured Chuhe! Just you people wait for the police to arrest you! You can rot in jail till the end of time!"
"Forgive me." An Yan smiled and looked at him as he spoke. "My Third Master, Jun Shiyan. I'm not sure if you've heard of him before, Manager Yang."
He had barely finished speaking when…
Yang Zhicheng plopped to the ground with a thud, kneeling. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the man in front of him and stuttered, "Third… Third Master Jun?"