Director Wang rolled on the ground, his head spinning for quite a while before he regained his senses.
His already plump, corrupt face was now swollen like a pig's head.
As his jowls shook, he cursed at the security guards beside him, "What the hell are you looking at? Beat this little shit to death for me!"
Over the years, he had always been the one parents sucked up to.
Countless times, he watched parents greet him with smiles, almost groveling at his feet.
He, the so-called Emperor of No. 8 Middle School, had never been subjected to such treatment.
Five or six security guards approached with batons in hand—the moment Director Wang gave the order, they dared not slack off.
"Fuck your mother, dare to hit our director?"
The head of security cursed angrily, leading the charge with his baton aimed at Long Fei's head.
The other security guards followed suit, swinging their batons at Long Fei from all directions.