Sure, here is the translation:
"Old Ding, what's something that absolutely..."
"Ha, who gave you the qualification to call me Old Ding?"
Ding Yishan sneered, directly interrupting the other party, "Chu Hong, you have three minutes, get over here to see me."
He paused, his tone carrying an undeniable pressure: "Let me hear that title from your mouth again, and you won't need to stay in Happiness City, pack up your things and go accompany the Hundred Ghosts Gang in the Wilderness."
?
In the office behind the high wall, a tall man holding a teacup abruptly stood up, the composure on his face shattered instantly.
Did he take gunpowder? When did Ding Yishan ever speak to him in this tone?
Chu Hong tightened his grip on the microphone, his chest heaving twice, ultimately not daring to retort.
Having power and not using it, and pretending to have power and failing, are two different things.
And Ding Yishan, clearly represents the former.
