When Hua Qiang said this, he deliberately mixed in some Soul-Shattering Sound.
To Fang Zhiyang's ears, it was like hammer after hammer smashing into his mind, damaging his soul.
How could he possibly endure it?
At this moment, he had completely lost his usual composure and calm, as well as the imposing aura cultivated from holding a high position for many years.
His entire body began to tremble like a quail caught in a storm.
At last, his legs went weak, and with a thud, he collapsed onto the floor.
Cold sweat poured down like rain, soaking through his clothes and even dripping into a patch of water on the floor.
When Zhao Zhiqing saw Fang Zhiyang reduced to such a miserable state, he immediately grew anxious.
He had come today to cling to this powerful patron and show his loyalty.
This man was the Magic City Vice Secretary of the Municipal Committee and Executive Vice Mayor.
By the end of the year, he was expected to be promoted to the position of mayor.
And as long as Zhao Zhiqing could lean against this great tree, he might be able to take another step forward and sit in the golden chair of police chief.
His eyes spun, then he gritted his teeth and hardened his heart.
Those who accomplished great things did not fuss over trifles. This was the best time for him to gain "political capital."
He hurriedly helped Fang Zhiyang up and said with concern, "Mayor Fang, your cold hasn't fully recovered. You're a little weak, so you shouldn't get too emotionally agitated. It'll harm your health. Go sit down over there first.
Leave this matter to me. I'll definitely give you an answer that satisfies you, and I'll definitely make this bastard receive the punishment he deserves!"