"Chairman, you finally arrived,"
Upon seeing Feng Zhenghua, Wu Wen immediately felt supported, stood up from the ground, and scurried towards him.
"Chairman, you have to stand up for me," he pleaded.
Wu Wen knelt on the ground and clung to Su Zhenghua's legs.
Su Zhenghua looked at Wu Wen, his face swollen and bloodied, and his anger intensified by threefold.
"Causing trouble on my turf, do you really think I, Su Zhenghua, am made of mud?"
His fists clenched, he bellowed in fury like thunder.
Frightened, everyone in the vicinity trembled, not daring to breathe.
In modern society, what truly terrifies people isn't an underground force like the Blood Wolf Gang but businessmen like Feng Zhenghua who have governmental backing.
"Chairman Feng, you really have quite the temper," said a voice from the crowd, indifferent and calm, yet carrying a hint of frivolity.
It seemed as if he didn't take Su Zhenghua seriously at all.
"Who is it, who is speaking?"
