"Let's go!"
Song Ruize left with his secretary. He had planned to make a fortune in Kang City, but now the chance was gone. He would have to go back and thoroughly plot against Yang Qi. This was especially true after what he had just experienced; he hated that he couldn't just grind Yang Qi's bones to dust.
In the car, the secretary consoled him, "President Song, don't worry about it. He's just a good-for-nothing who got in through connections. What kind of ability could he possibly have? Even if he makes it to the finals, he'll just be a laughingstock. He's nothing impressive. You don't need to get angry over such a nobody!"
