"Ma Zifeng, have you lost your mind? My husband told you to arrest him! Why are you bowing to him?"
Zhang Yueqin called out dissatisfied, still unaware that something was amiss, as domineering as ever.
Turning his head displeased, Ma Zifeng glanced at Zhang Yueqin and Wang Tianwen, a playful sneer forming at the corner of his mouth, "I won't be arresting Mr. Hao Jian."
"What? Are you joking? Ma Zifeng, don't forget we're very close with Director Lin. If you don't listen to us, watch out—we'll tell Director Lin and make sure you regret it!"
Zhang Yueqin angrily threatened, astonished that an underling would dare to disobey his master—it was like the world had turned upside down.
"If Director Lin knows that you want to arrest Mr. Hao, he would definitely not agree to your request."
Ma Zifeng sneered, thinking to himself that these fools had yet to realize the kind of entity they had provoked.