"Son of a bitch, I'll fucking kill you."
As soon as Zhang Xiaoshan walked through the door, Zhang Jian immediately flushed with shame, howling angrily.
When had a wealthy son like him ever suffered such disgrace?
By his side, the big guy had sobered up from the drugs and was gritting his teeth glaring at Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Go ahead, kill me, you better do it now, because you might not get another chance."
While he spoke, he walked to the mobile phone that Zhang Jian had used to film Jiang Man, which was still in recording mode. He picked up the phone, showed it to Zhang Jian, and the screen displayed Zhang Jian and the big guy in action.
"Once I leave this door, I'm going to upload this video to the cloud immediately. If you dare track down my identity and think about getting back at me, I guarantee that the moment you lay a hand on me, this video will go viral on the internet. If you're okay with that, come at me."
