Zhou Yu's eyebrows twitched.
"It seems the slap I gave you last time not only failed to knock some sense into you, but also damaged your brain."
The slap Zhou Yu mentioned was the one he delivered when Liu's father invited Lian Huasheng over to pick up Liu Changfeng. At that time, when Lian Huasheng first met Zhou Yu, he had made a sarcastic remark and ended up getting slapped by Zhou Yu.
Lian Huasheng had harbored resentment for that slap ever since.
At this moment, his face was laced with maliciousness.
"Zhou Yu, we wouldn't be having this conversation if you hadn't brought it up," he said.
"But since you did, there is nothing to discuss."
"No one has ever dared to do such a thing to me, Lian Huasheng. I'll make sure you understand the cost of that slap."
"Secretary Cheng, do it!"
As Lian Huasheng's voice fell, Secretary Cheng's hand moved as fast as lightning.
In an instant, the entire room filled with black smoke.
