Zhang Xiaoshan's actions, in Wang Xiaolong's eyes, were a clear provocation and disdain.
"You, just wait, when the people arrive, I'll make you pay,"
that old bastard Zhang Yulian was also following up with an echo.
"Dare to hit my precious son-in-law, you, you're just asking for trouble. Do you know who my precious son-in-law's dad is? He's the richest man in Qingshan Town. Nobody dares to disrespect his dad. By hitting Mr. Wang, you're digging your own grave. You'll get what's coming to you."
Seizing the opportunity to see Zhang Xiaoshan embarrassed, Wu Yong followed up with a sneer.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, do you think this is White Dragon Village? Mr. Wang is one of the most prominent young masters in Qingshan Town. Think you can lead a good life after offending him?"
"The minions he has under his thumb are not as easy to deal with as the villagers back home."
Zhang Xiaoshan was utterly disdainful and unwilling to waste even a single word on them.
