"Young people these days have no manners at all!" Gu Sheng looked contemptuous.
Ma Qingkun stared coldly at Gu Sheng and went on speaking. "You just bought Tin Tin Daily, and then someone burned down our newspaper's printing plant. How could that be a coincidence?"
"And how many people on Hong Kong Island would dare touch the Ma Family's businesses?"
"It couldn't have been anyone but you!"
"Tsk, tsk! The Ma Family. What a mighty name!" Gu Sheng clicked his tongue mockingly, then gave Ma Qingkun a teasing look. "So what if I ordered someone to burn it down?"
"I'm not admitting anything! I'm just curious. Even if I did burn it down... what are you going to do, bite me?"
"Handsome Sheng, what the hell are you playing at?" Ma Qingkun slammed the table angrily.
A vicious gleam flashed through Gu Sheng's eyes. He grabbed the ashtray and smashed it at him.
Bang!
The ashtray struck Ma Qingkun's head, splitting it open. He clutched his bleeding head and nearly toppled to the floor.
"Fuck, I just fucking told you that you had no manners! Don't you understand plain language? Didn't your father teach you any manners? Then I'll teach you!" Gu Sheng turned on him without warning, pointing at him and cursing.
The moment Ma Qingkun's bodyguards moved, Tin Yeung-sang kicked off the wall and lunged over, sweeping a kick toward one bodyguard's neck with the weight and force of an iron bar.
The bodyguard raised an arm to block and was kicked two steps backward, his arm throbbing with pain.
But Tin Yeung-sang kept kicking, one kick after another, his legs swinging like enormous axes. Then he planted a kick in one bodyguard's chest, sending him flying back, before reaching behind himself to clamp a hand around Ma