Nan Batian roared angrily as he sat in his chair, slamming his hand down on the table, "I'm telling you, if there's a next time, I won't let it slide easily. Remember that! You are Hall Masters of the Fishing Guild, not some street thugs!"
"Phew..."
Nan Batian gasped for air, his chest heaving.
Chen Jie and Qin Ying stood there; Chen Jie with his eyes on his nose, nose on his mouth, mouth on his heart, calm and composed, his attitude sincere.
Meanwhile, Qin Ying stood there tilting his head, seething with rage. He had suffered such a huge loss, and the Gang Leader wasn't even on his side. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got!
As Nan Batian was lecturing Chen Jie and Qin Ying, a woman in a light red dress with rusty flower and bird patterns, dressed exquisitely and enchantingly, was passing by with a maid.
"Gang Leader's wife."
"Gang Leader's wife."
