Wang Xiaoqiang crossed his arms and sneered at George, "Go ahead, call more people over. The fewer there are, the less fun it is!"
Jing Xueyan was astonished by the sight, not understanding where Wang Xiaoqiang's confidence came from. But, at this moment, she didn't try to persuade him any further and instead clung tightly to one of Wang Xiaoqiang's arms. Now, he was her reliance.
Wu Qiumei picked herself up from the ground and, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang and Jing Xueyan knew each other, was taken aback. However, she didn't think that a young punk like Wang Xiaoqiang could have any background or power in Italy. She pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang, her eyes red with fury, and shouted at him in Mandarin, "Kid, do you know who I am? You dare to hit me? This time, you won't be able to get away with it…"
