"I am."
Chen Qing said calmly.
"Huh?"
The buzz cut man's expression became blank, letting out a stunned sound, he had finally caught someone to ask, and it turned out to be the very person he was asking about?
"I am Chen Qing."
Chen Qing looked at the buzz cut man and repeated.
"You—"
"You—"
Chen Qing and the buzz cut man spoke at the same time, but before they could finish, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and smashed the buzz cut man into the concrete ground.
"You are Chen Qing?"
This figure interrupted their conversation and slowly stood up, looking straight at Chen Qing.
"Boss, quick, quick—"
The buzz cut man's face was smashed hard into the concrete ground, with such force that the nearby concrete cracked.
"He looks like he's about to die."
Chen Qing pointed at the buzz cut man being stepped on by Shang Jia and kindly reminded.
"Ah, don't worry, he won't die; you haven't answered my question yet."
