"We haven't made trouble for this bastard yet. How dare he come to us!"

Klinsmann grabbed a bottle of red wine on the table and slammed it. With a click, the wine, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, splashed on the ground.

Mora shouted. "Boss, he has rushed in. What should we do now?"

Klinsmann roared crazily. "Kill him! We must kill him no matter what! It took us a lot of effort to catch these doctors of traditional Chinese medicine. We can't let ...