C180 A Long Line a Big Fish

"Damn it! Shen Fengxiao, you've got some nerve!" Xia Ming bellowed, picking up speed and hurtling towards Yang Desheng.

Even if he was too late to prevent the attack, he was determined to minimize the damage to Yang Desheng!

Yang Desheng, seated comfortably in his armchair, allowed a smile to play at the corners of his mouth as he addressed the frantic Xia Ming, "Young Master Xia