"Boss Du, please call more brothers to meet us. My arm has been cut off by them, and then they fly to one side, so I can receive your call. Otherwise, like other brothers, I can't die anymore..."

"tell me the point. How many brothers are there now?" Zhou Zhengao can't listen to me. He shouts after grabbing the phone.

"who are you?"

"who am I? Shit, I'm your boss's boss... "

"who is my eldest brother?" This man is supposed to be cut and silly. He doesn't speak in tune for a long time. Zhou Zhengao glares at Du Haowei. Du Haowei seems to remember the origin of this...