"We?"
Fang Xing spoke methodically, "Of course, I'm following the proper procedures. If you won't let me file a report, then please trouble yourself to give me the written document. I'll have someone from your higher-ups take a look..."
Zhao ChunTai was taken aback on the spot.
He hadn't expected this seemingly hot-blooded youth to have such patience and to be able to skilfully manipulate the rules, almost like a crafty old fox.
"You're good, very good.
Zhao ChunTai had nothing left to say. He could only stand up and walk out of the dining area.
"Brother Zhao."
Not long after he left the Martial Artist Hall, a few menacing figures greeted him, "How did it go?"
"It's not easy to deal with."
Zhao ChunTai shook his head, "First, go to my sister's house and get her family out of there."
"Get them out?"
The subordinates exchanged glances, confirming, "Brother Zhao, are you sure you're not mistaken about something?"
