Zhang Xian stood at the door, his face expressionless and silent.
Now backed by the police, Tan Xiaofu was even more arrogant than before. He stepped forward, slapped Zhang Xian's face and sneered, "Little thief, you're still too green to fight against me."
"Don't be smug…" Zhang Xian swatted away Tan Xiaofu's hand, saying coldly.
"I fucking should be smug, what can you do about it?" Tan Xiaofu grabbed Zhang Xian's collar, chuckled coldly and said, "I'm curious to see how high you can jump today."
"What can I do, you ask? This," Zhang Xian gripped Tan Xiaofu's neck and lifted him off the ground with one hand. "In the eyes of others, you may be high and mighty. But in my eyes, you're not even worth a damn. To put it kindly, you're just a privileged second-generation official. To put it bluntly, you're nothing more than a wastrel who relies on his father's power to cause mayhem."
