Inside Jiang Angge's villa, Ye Qing slowly put down the phone in his hand, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He turned his head, looked at Jiang Angge in front of him, and smiled slightly, saying, "It seems this Lu Yu isn't as formidable as you all claim. Such a simple self-made device can make him so angry; looks like he's just incompetent."
With these words, Ye Qing picked up a bottle of alcohol smugly, took a big gulp, and said calmly, his words dripping with arrogance, exuding a sense of haughtiness.
"It's best not to be complacent."
Upon hearing Ye Qing's incredibly arrogant words, Jiang Angge spoke in a rather steady voice: "It's an indisputable fact that Lu Yu could take down two bodyguards who were former special forces with just a flick of his wrist. Perhaps his skills are not on par with yours, but you absolutely must not underestimate him. This guy is not ordinary!"
