No one expected the fortune teller to pull such a move.
Mr. Shen was brimming with pride, excitedly saying, "As the saying goes, 'the older, the wiser,' Mr. Dong, you truly are..."
Right as Mr. Shen raised his thumb and the flattery had yet to leave his lips, he could no longer go on.
Zhang Xiaowei was holding the fortune teller by the neck, slowly lifting him up.
His eyes bulged, and a rattling noise came from his throat, clearly unable to catch his breath.
Slap!
In an instant, Zhang Xiaowei fiercely let go.
The fortune teller's frail body was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.
"Mr. Dong, are you alright!"
Mr. Shen, seeing this scene, trembled with fright.
The old man appeared to be well over seventy, and it was unexpected that Zhang Xiaowei would just slam him to the ground.
"Ouch, that hurts me to death!"
The fortune teller twisted on the ground in agony, a pitiful sight.
A few strong men, with eyes blazing, pointed at Zhang Xiaowei and began to curse.
