Before he could react,
Zhang Xiaohao's body swayed as he quickly stood up from the chair.
His right foot stomped on his face, grinding it harshly against the ground.
"Want to play some more?" Zhang Xiaohao taunted.
"Ah! Bastard! How dare you hit me! Do you have any idea who I am?" Zhu Jiahao screamed like a madman.
"Looks like I was too gentle," Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
He moved his foot away.
Then he grabbed a chair beside him before Zhu Jiahao could react.
And brutally smashed it down.
"Ah! Bastard, you're really doing this... not the face... big brother, I was wrong, please stop hitting me..."
Squeals like those of a slaughtered pig continuously came from Zhu Jiahao's mouth.
In the end, all pretense of a wealthy young master, all the airs of a posh son of Beijing, were completely shed as he begged continuously for mercy.
Zhang Xiaohao casually pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Are you convinced?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
