The two exchanged a glance and together turned their heads to peer through the gap in the screen.
They saw a tall, young man in a suit standing in front of a bespectacled man.
His left hand grasped the man's collar, and his right hand viciously struck the man's face.
"Smack!"
Song Guanchao unleashed a series of four slaps before letting him go.
Chief Zhang was stunned by the blows.
The others at the table were equally dumbfounded.
Nearby diners, too, were drawn in by the commotion.
The once noisy hall suddenly fell silent.
"You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth."
Song Guanchao calmly cursed, "Drank a little horse piss and forgot your own surname?"
"If I hear another insult to Secretary Wu from your mouth, I'll chop off your tongue!"
Song Guanchao's voice rang clear in the ears of everyone at the table.
Chief Zhang had come to his senses, angry and ready to retaliate.
