Li Hongru never anticipated the sheer arrogance of Guo Chao, ignoring him completely despite the news that Fang Changhe was about to leave.
"Brother Li, let it go. If the God of Death demands a man's life at three in the morning, who dares to keep him alive until five?" The leisurely voice of Xiao Qiang rang out. "Since he's digging his own grave, don't waste your time trying to stop him."
Having said that, Xiao Qiang, looking at Guo Chao calmly, asked, "Are you sure you want to go against me?"
"You son of a..." Guo Chao roared, but before he could finish his sentence, all he saw was a shadow flickering before his eyes. He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a truck, flying up and crashing seven or eight meters away, flipping over several tables and chairs on his way.
Before the dazed Guo Chao could react, he lifted his head to find that all his henchmen, including the bodyguards sent by the three families to protect him, were writhing on the ground, wailing in pain.