His entire body flew up, rotating half a turn in the air.
Boom!
He crashed to the ground.
Instantly, his face swollen and bruised.
Shen Zhou kicked him on the shoulder, "Come on, I'll give you another chance, get up and continue."
Tang Zixiang struggled to raise his hand in a gesture, indicating he couldn't get up anymore.
Shen Zhou sneered, "Since that's the case, I'll commandeer your car, you can come to the entrance of Jiulong Group tomorrow morning to retrieve it."
He got back into the car, driving away the million-dollar Maybach, leaving only a cloud of dust that made Tang Zixiang, who lay on the ground, cough violently.
After a while, he managed to struggle to his feet, staggering with his hand that had almost been twisted off.
With a thump, he sat down on the road.
A sinister smile, filled with strangeness, suddenly spread across his face.
