After Chen Feng and his companion had left, Huang Datian's lackeys dared to approach and help the wailing Huang Datian to his feet.
"Ah... go, call my dad quickly!"
"I want these two pieces of trash to pay a price!"
Huang Datian bore the pain and shouted angrily.
Having said this, he seemed to remember something and turned his head in a certain direction.
"Ah! Big brother, I... I really didn't know..."
The rich second-generation kid who had fought for the parking space turned pale and immediately knelt down, begging loudly for mercy.
"You didn't know? I've just wasted more than a hundred million, and to top it off, I got beaten up, and you think 'I didn't know' will suffice?!"
Huang Datian roared furiously and kicked the rich kid, sending him flying into the bar's counter.
The onlookers around them naturally did not dare to meddle and wisely began to disperse.
They were not like Chen Feng, who dared to confront the son of the leading family of Zhonghai.
