"You're talking nonsense; my head is perfectly fine!" The manager shouted loudly, refusing to take the blame for this.
Liu Mang cracked a faint smile and said leisurely, "But I seem to recall, just now at the store entrance, you were saying 'come on in, if you've got the guts, smash it up.' You're not going to say those words didn't come from you, and instead came from a dog's mouth, are you?"
"Yes, I said it, but what I meant—" The manager suddenly stopped himself. True, he had said those words, but the meaning was entirely not what Liu Mang was making it out to be.
He had thought that Liu Mang, this penniless nobody, gathered a bunch of security guards just for show, doubting they would dare to really smash up the shop.
Who would have thought that this bunch would be so ruthless as to genuinely trash the place, and thoroughly at that.
