"Hmph! Remember, if you ever want to block someone's way again, you'll need to polish those dog eyes of yours. Not everyone's path is yours to block."
At that moment, Yan Hu let out a cold laugh, casually flinging the red-faced and ear-steaming Zhang Dafa to the side.
Bang!
Zhang Dafa's head slammed into the wall, his eyes closed, and he passed out.
Yan Hu turned his head to give Wu Jiande a chilly glance, then followed Xuan Long into the hotel.
Once Wu Jiande regained his composure, he was furious. He called security to tend to Zhang Dafa and stormed into the hotel with a ferocious momentum.
"Isn't that Wu Jiande, the chairman of Fengcheng Group? Hey, that's Zhang Dafa from Dafa Trading. What's going on? Why does Mr. Wu look so angry?"
"Just now, Mr. Wu's face was disgraced by some youngster, of course he looks bad!"
"A youngster? What happened?"
"It was..."
