"What?" Zhong Qiang, sitting in his seat, suddenly burst into a rage.
With a wronged expression, Zhong Bing looked at his father, who had abruptly erupted in fury, and didn't dare to speak. Indeed, being beaten wasn't something to be proud of, nor was it something to bring up, but with his face beaten to a pulp and under Zhong Qiang's pressing questions, Zhong Bing had no choice but to tell the truth.
Zhong Qiang was simply beside himself with anger. A son from the Wantian Group had been beaten to a pig-headed mess - if word got out, it would not only be a loss of face for Zhong Bing alone but for the entire Wantian Group as well.
"Didn't you tell him you're from the Wantian Group?" Zhong Qiang frowned and said. In Linchuan City, just mentioning you're from the Wantian Group would usually deter anyone from laying a finger on you.
"I did, but he didn't seem to be afraid," replied Zhong Bing.
