Downstairs.
Dressed in martial attire, Yang Hu slowly lit a cigarette. He grinned, baring his teeth. "Fifty people show up at once. Do they really think a display like this can scare anyone?"
"Comparing numbers with my Boss? Forget your fifty men. Even if you brought a thousand times more, I'd still crush you under my feet!"
After twitching for a moment, one of the leaders gritted his teeth and walked up to Yang Hu. Steeling himself, he said, "This... Sir, we're from the Juling Pharmaceutical Group. We came to discuss business with the Qin Corporation. Could there be some kind of misunderstanding?"
"You gather fifty Fist Masters, and now you're telling me you're here to discuss business?" Yang Hu glanced at him with amusement. "Is the Juling Pharmaceutical Group that powerful? You think you can just bully anyone you please?"
