"You have money, power, a wide network, and a big face, huh? I'll just smack that big face of yours!"
Spanking pretty girls and slapping rivals' faces, these two tasks were all too familiar for Liu Mang.
When he hit Fang Zhengqing's face, it made a smack-smack sound, and he even did it rhythmically.
After taking more than a dozen slaps, Fang Zhengqing was completely dumbfounded, truly dumbfounded.
How could he not understand why Liu Mang, of all people, dared to lay a hand on him—a person of wealth and power?
Liu Mang must have gone crazy, he's definitely lost his mind!
Or does he have some backup stronger than Lin Changtian?
In a rush, a person burst into Fang Zhengqing's office; Fang Zhengqing's top bodyguard, Song Tiezhang, actually charged in.
Seeing Liu Mang still smacking Fang Zhengqing's face, Song Tiezhang let out a roar and charged with all his might, "Die!"
