When Wen Suihan, dressed in a western suit and leather shoes, appeared before Zhao Li, Zhao Li was stunned.
Behind Wen Suihan followed several bodyguard-like underlings, each with a fierce look on their face.
"What, what's the meaning of this?" Zhao Li stammered.
Wen Suihan kicked an obstructive old chair out of the way and approached him, saying, "Lawyer Zhao, I suppose you're sober now, huh?"
Just as Zhao Li was about to curse out loud, he was punched in the stomach by one of the men behind Wen Suihan.
A surge of bitter bile spewed out, and Zhao Li's face turned beet red.
Wen Suihan, with one hand in his pocket, looked down at him from above.
Bent over and unable to stand straight, Zhao Li still shouted, "Wen Suihan, do you believe I can take you to court for this? This is kidnapping, illegal detention."
