"Is that right? Mr. Zhao, in that case, I'll go back first. And I'll wait for Mr. Zhao. How do you make me die?

Xu Long's fingers kept tapping on the desktop and making a clicking sound, which made the air around him somewhat quiet.

Since Zhao Tiezhu did not give himself face, then he would never give Zhao Tiezhu face himself. Whatever teacher he was, he would not believe that Zhao Tiezhu could not kill him.

"Xu Long, you are more and more presumptuous. I am your teacher and your elder, anyway."

Zhao Tiezhu next second, to tell the truth, he wanted to hang Xulong up and beat him...