"Customer, I'm sorry. I refuse to get hit in the face," Mu Ya said coldly, tossing the other party's hand away. "Feel free to hit anywhere else."
The suited man hesitated for a moment before saying, "That works."
After saying that, he picked up a chair from the side and smashed it fiercely onto the young man's body.
"Clank!" This time around, the young man didn't move, allowing the chair to smash against his body.
The suited man hit out while scolding, "I've been working carefully and conscientiously for 20 years, but you f*cking just fired me like that. Isn't it because you don't wish to give me retirement fees? You f*cking tyrant, you'll die a horrible death…"
After the man left, the room was already in a horrible state. Plates and dishes were shattered all over the floor, and even the chairs were smashed.
