Yang Jianhua's handsome face wore a faint, fawning smile. "I almost had them," he said, "but Yuan Tianxing suddenly showed up. I couldn't kill all those people as he was there."
Long Yubai pulled Yang Jianhua's arm away, then took a step back to turn and walk toward his desk. Yang Jianhua was slightly displeased, but didn't show his feelings. Instead, he turned and followed behind the other.
"So, you were gone for so long, but returned with empty hands? Did you come back alone? Have you abandoned the ten vehicles that I gave you?" Long Yubai asked him while walking.
Yang Jianhua walked up behind him and abruptly reached out to drag him before he was sitting into his chair. While pulling him backward, he said with some discontent, "Do you only care whether those people have died or not? And your vehicles? What about me?"