The slap rang loud and clear, taking the folks around by surprise.
Once the man recovered his senses, he hurried over, his concern evident, "Boss, are you okay? Your face is all red."
The bald-headed guy was incensed. Wen Zhiyao had gone too far.
"You wretch, I was being respectful to you! How dare you hit me, you must not know what I'm capable of." the bald-headed guy roared.
Next, the bald-headed guy aimed his fist directly at Wen Zhiyao.
Wen Zhiyao didn't dodge, a cunning smile on her lips.
She tucked her eyes under languidly, awaiting the impact from his punch. She could then use it as an excuse to fall and call the police.
She had only borrowed a hundred thousand from him, but in a blink, he was demanding a million in return. Such reprehensible behavior should be exposed to the police.
Thinking thus, Wen Zhiyao didn't resist.
But the anticipated pain never came.
