"Son of a bitch, do you have no shame? How can you be so despicable?"
Zhang Qixiang was so angry she felt like spitting blood, she'd never seen anyone so shameless!
Thinking of the environment here, her face reddened and her heart raced; she was a bit frightened.
But she was not too scared, as a loud shout would bring the security guards rushing over in no time.
Zhang Qixiang kept her voice well controlled, not too loud, but furious as she said firmly, "Let me give you some advice, you son of a bitch, don't even think about messing around here. My security guards aren't pushovers!"
Liu Zhizhong turned his head to look and, of course, could no longer see those retired special forces.
He nodded, "Indeed, they're not pushovers, very tough, so tough that they brought batons today, heh heh..."
His smile carried a taste of disdain.
Zhang Qixiang spoke coldly, "So you look down on batons as equipment?"
