His vicious voice and imposing manner forced Tang Zhengen to be out of breath for a while. His heart was in his throat.
Few people could withstand Second Young Master Xiao's ability to hit people.
Ever since he was young, he was the kind of person who was famous for fighting.
After he grew up, although he fought less, year after year, he had been trained in the special forces until he was almost a master. Anyone who had fought with him knew that this person was terrifyingly powerful.
"Two…Second Young Master…I don't have Ms. Smith."
"You don't have it?"
Jin Hengyuan's tone softened, but he still did not believe it.
"It's not in your hands. Why are you calling me? I thought you were threatening me on behalf of Xiao Zhidong!"
Only this person would call his father by his name.
Tang Zhengen smiled apologetically.
"Second Young Master, what are you saying? Why would Sir come to threaten you…"
