Zhang Yu spoke with pride, "It won't be long before I get promoted, receive a raise, become the general manager, take on the role of CEO, marry a rich and beautiful wife, and reach the peak of my life—I'm actually a little excited thinking about it!"
But his eyes were filled with panic, utterly terror-stricken.
Wu Tian snapped his fingers again, and only then did Zhang Yu regain control of his body.
Yun Ma, Wang Dawan, and Wang Congming stared at him, dumbfounded. I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person.
Zhang Yu's face lost its composure, twisting with ferocity as he roared at Wu Tian, "You... you're framing me! How could I possibly be one of the Fusangs?!"
Furious, Zhang Yu snatched a nearby medical kit and swung it at Wu Tian's head.
However, Wu Tian didn't need to fight back, as Wang Congming's fist was already in motion. "You dare to hit my master's father? Are you tired of living?"
