On the roof of three teaching buildings in Area A, Zhang Xingxing angrily threw the plane down the building and smashed his mobile phone on the ground floor.

"Grass, which onion is his surname Xu? How dare you tell me that we should arrest Li Changshun and revenge his men? He's looking for death." Zhang Xingxing fell down on his mobile phone and still felt dismayed and cursed.

"Isn't it really you who sent it?" Qian Wencai asked.

"I'd like to think, won't you let it go? Now I want to kill this guy named Xu."

"That's Li Changshun." Qian Wencai sighed. "I didn't expect him to start so fast...