"Mr. Meng, long time no see." Li Huai said with a playful grin.
"Bastard! You crippled my son, I hadn't yet sought revenge, and here you are seeking me out? I'm going to kill you!" Meng Baichuan's rage got the better of him as he tried to pounce, only to find to his surprise that he was strangely weak and unable to move.
Meng Baichuan turned pale. He was certain this kid had done something to him.
Smack!
Yintian raised his hand and slapped Meng Baichuan on the back of his head, shouting, "Dare to kill my boss, do you think you're all that tough?"
"You..." Meng Baichuan was livid, his face and neck turning red. For many years, no one dared lay a finger on him. Yet, here was a punk, hitting him repeatedly. How could he not be furious?
But with his strength gone, he could not retaliate. Meng Baichuan had no choice but to suppress his rage and endure.
