Anger filled his face as he coldly stared at Zheng Yang, the imprint of his shoe etched on Zheng Yang's cheek.
"Beg me? Now it's your turn to beg me!"
Su Han looked down at Zheng Yang: "You've provoked me time and again; I've let it slide because you're young, but if you're looking for death, don't blame me for not being polite!"
"You, you dare hit me!"
Zheng Yang screamed miserably, his face panicked, and his voice shook with fear. How dare Su Han hit him in public?
Su Han paid him no heed, stepping on Zheng Yang without any courtesy.
And he even dared to threaten Qiao Yushan, expecting her to beg him? What audacity!
"Release Young Master Zheng!" Luo Jun and his companions were startled; they had no idea that Su Han was such a madman, striking without a word, daring to trample Zheng Yang underfoot.
"What if I say no?" Su Han swept his gaze around, his eyes frosty, his anger boiling over.
Dozens of security guards withstood Su Han's glare, feeling nothing but dread!
