Qian Jiang was a martial arts practitioner. He was 1.88 meters tall and burly. His slightly bulging muscles completely bulged out from his suit.
With this punch, Song Jingren was almost knocked down. Half of his face instantly lost feeling, and his head buzzed. His gums and the corner of his mouth were torn open and bleeding.
"Who the hell are you!" Song Jingren was a man after all. He had been doing well all these years. Now that his wife and daughter were present and he had been beaten up, he naturally felt embarrassed.
Qian Jiang was expressionless as he spoke in a low voice.
"You scared Third Master's dog."
Song Jingren almost vomited blood.
Damn it, could it be that he was inferior to a dog?
