When Zhao Rong found himself surrounded by more than a dozen masked individuals, he suddenly burst into laughter. His assistant and the three beauties, seeing him laugh in such a perilous situation, were utterly bewildered.
The assistant clenched his fists, glaring at the masked men. "Brother Zhao Rong," he said, "these guys clearly aren't here to play nice. Why are you laughing in the face of such danger?"
Zhao Rong found a stool, sat down, and crossed his legs. "Assistant," he said, "aren't you furious that the weightlifter girl toyed with your emotions? Now you have more than a dozen punching bags standing right in front of you. It's the perfect chance to vent your frustrations."
Realization dawned on the assistant's face, which lit up with delight. "You're right, Brother Zhao Rong! Why didn't I think of that?"
