Hearing this, his cousin became anxious and he yelled at him over the phone.
"Look, you're not just anyone, you're a known figure in your generation, how could an obscure young man have beaten you? Can't you recruit some help? If five or six aren't enough, why not ten, twenty, or even thirty?"
Inwardly, Wang Qiang was desolate, so he replied to his cousin on the phone, sounding aggrieved.
"Cousin, you don't understand, I really brought five or six security guards, but that guy was too strong. I believe even more wouldn't stand a chance, it's not worth talking about it now. My nose is bleeding and it hurts everywhere, you must avenge me."
After his cousin was finished speaking, he sighed deeply, believing that Wang Qiang probably let his guard down today due to his usual arrogance and reliance on his underlings, which is why others beat him up.
He didn't want to admit it, so he called and asked his cousin to send more men.
