Watching the flat-topped man lying on the ground with an unsatisfied expression, Chu Mo, who had planned to leave, merely shook his head slightly. Perhaps in the other party's eyes, being able to work at the so-called Zhenyuan Group was already something to be proud of. The difference between their levels was as vast as the heavens and the earth; there was simply no need for argument.
The flat-topped man's dissatisfied look made Chu Mo somewhat uncomfortable. He gestured to his bodyguard once again, his voice calm as he said,
"Hit him! Just leave him some breath!"
As the words fell, the black-suited bodyguard made his move again, but unlike the last time, this time he held nothing back. A punch landed fiercely on the flat-topped man's cheek, instantly sending a blood-stained molar flying out!
Amidst the dull thuds of the beating, Chu Mo spoke indifferently,
