Boss Yao's expression changed.
He had earned a lot of money in the past few years and was even able to do as he pleased in the circle of rich people in Qing Cheng. He had never been played around like this by a little girl before.
Now that his son was dead, he had to do something to relieve the hatred in his heart.
With a sinister look on his face, he went all out and said ruthlessly, "Hmph! That b*tch has some ability. But so what if she admits it herself? This is my territory. Who would dare to say it out? Who would dare to testify for you? Today, even if I kill you here on my son's behalf, you can only suffer this silent loss! Fight with me? You're still too young!"
Boss Yao was so arrogant and looked so vicious like a scoundrel that the little dirty turtle couldn't help but cry out, "Master, sprinkle some poison on him. This old man who won't die is simply asking for a beating more than Yao Dazhuang!"
