"So, I do believe in Zhang Fan," said Ding Yang. "Although I don't understand where his medical skill comes from, the fact remains."
"Senior, it was Zhang Fan who healed your hand, wasn't it?"
Zhang Dongyang nodded emphatically, "I was injured while serving in the army, which led to my discharge. I visited countless hospitals in Capital City, to no avail. But now—"
Zhang Dongyang raised his hand, clenched a fist, and viciously smashed it down on the table.
Instantly, the table shattered.
The crowd gasped in shock.
Damn, that's a solid wood table about six centimeters thick.
F*ck me, one punch and it's done for – this kid's old man is seriously someone you don't want to mess with.
Every magnate present had a couple of tough bodyguards, but like this? Hell no, they just couldn't do it.
Suddenly, everyone started eyeing Zhang Dongyang.
If he could be their bodyguard...
Weng Shuang's face showed disbelief.
As the deputy director of the city, she naturally couldn't be fooled.
