With a quick step, Wu Quanyou blocked Su Weifeng's path, his face dark with anger as he spat out, "Boy, don't push your luck."
Looking at Wu Quanyou, Su Weifeng replied indifferently, "Your face isn't worth much."
Wu Quanyou's expression turned even darker, "You... do you really think that with Zhou Mingyang and Zheng Yulong backing you up, you can afford to ignore me?"
Su Weifeng chuckled softly, shook his head and said, "Yeah, what about it?"
"You..." Wu Quanyou was livid with rage. How dare a mere manager of a video company speak to him like this? It was an unbearable humiliation.
Raising his arm in fury, Wu Quanyou slapped towards Su Weifeng's face.
But before his hand could touch Su Weifeng's face, a large hand suddenly appeared in front of him. Then he heard a crisp sound by his ear, and his face was struck hard. The sheer force spun him around twice before he fell to the ground with a thud.
