Hao Jian hung up the phone, then stood up straight with pride, put the phone in his pocket, and looked at him with a smile, an expression that could only be understood but not described.
He was slightly taken aback because he hadn't yet recovered from the shock of the call earlier. However, being stared at by Hao Jian snapped him back to reality. Damn it, this is someone that even Young Master Ma dares not provoke, yet just now I declared I would beat him into the hospital. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.
He then thought of what Hao Jian said earlier, his face turning pale because the phone was on speaker. At this moment, the group of people behind him also looked a bit puzzled, clearly still caught up in the shock. But unlike them, he quickly regained his composure, then walked over and kicked those people awake.
