Wang Xiaoqiang's so-called self-respect suffered a tremendous insult, and his face instantly turned purple.
"You're asking to die!" Wang Xiaoqiang roared, striding toward Zhang Wei.
But he had barely taken two steps.
His foot landed squarely on the shards of the wineglass shattered earlier and the spilled wine.
Wang Xiaoqiang slipped, instantly lost his balance, and crashed heavily to the floor.
The glass shards scattered across the floor pierced straight through his expensive tailored suit and sank deep into his flesh.
"Argh!" Wang Xiaoqiang cried out in pain.
At the sight, Zhang Wei pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang and burst out laughing.
"Oh my! Mr. Wang, what are you doing? I couldn't possibly accept such a grand bow!"
Zhang Han's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted, "Don't get near him! His ghost is very unusual!"
Wang Xiaoqiang climbed to his feet, his expression frighteningly grim.
But astonishingly, the wounds the glass shards had left on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Within seconds, aside from the holes and bloodstains on his clothes, his body was as good as new.
Wang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his fury, and quickly regained his composure.
He elegantly brushed the glass shards off himself, as though his humiliating fall had never happened.
"Hmph. There's no need for me to lose my temper with dead people like you anyway."
"Ye Feng, take care of them."
"Once it's done, I'll ask Wang Xiaoming for the thing you need."
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Feng slowly opened his mouth.
Hu Liena and the other two closed their eyes in despair.
At that critical moment.
A voice suddenly drifted up from the stairwell on the Fourth Floor.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm not late, am I?"
"Is everyone still alive?"
"Someone stole my wallet