Crash!
Bang bang!
In the blink of an eye, the pile of gifts Zhao Chengyi had sent were smashed to pieces by Chen Tang, and the bodyguards standing by hadn't even reacted yet.
Zhao Chengyi was so furious he almost jumped up on the spot, "Fuck, Chen Tang, have you lost your mind? Do you know how much that was worth? At least thirty or forty million, and you... you just smashed them all... son of a bitch, you idiots, what are you standing around for? Beat him to death!"
Seeing his three or four bodyguards still in a daze, Zhao Chengyi grabbed a bowl from the table and hurled it at one of them.
Just before the bodyguards had entered, Zhao Chengyi's wrist had been dislocated by Chen Tang, and he hadn't gotten his revenge yet!
"Yes, Young Master Zhao!"
The bodyguards responded and each pulled out a baton, swinging them towards Chen Tang with whooshing sounds.
The relatives from the Lin Family present looked at the pile of shattered items and exchanged glances with each other!
