Hearing what Xu Yang said, Mr. Xiang and Sun Hongjiang glanced at each other, both looking quite displeased.
Mr. Xiang said in a deep voice, "President Yang, by saying that, are you not giving me face?"
Xu Yang sneered, "This is our first meeting. What face do you have in my eyes, and what right do you have to demand face from me? Someone wants to cripple me and they put up a billion yuan, yet they talk about some illusory friendship, hoping I would just let this go? I think your head has been caught in a door!"
"You're insolent!" Mr. Xiang's face became extremely unsightly.
In Harbor City, there was no need to mention his status in the underworld.
In the legitimate world as well, he was quite a character, someone many people would give face to. It had been many years since anyone had spoken to him this way.
Xu Yang's words were truly intolerable for him.