According to Wei Shaoqiu's plan, his men should have been humiliating Chen Yang at the restaurant's entrance right now, making a spectacle of him for all the passersby. With Zheng Xiaoman and Zheng Xiaoduo standing by, how utterly humiliating would that have been?
And the result? Not only was Chen Yang gone, but his own men were bleeding.
Extremely displeased, Wei Shaoqiu roared, "I'm asking you, where's the man I wanted?"
"He… he went inside," the scarred man responded, cradling his swollen cheek and cowering with his head lowered.
"Heh…" Wei Shaoqiu laughed in a cold fury. "All of you, and you just let him walk in like that?"
"I, I…"
Just as the scarred man tried to explain, Wei Shaoqiu raised his phone and smashed it hard onto the man's forehead.
BANG. BANG. BANG. One blow after another.
"You think I have no reputation to lose?!" Wei Shaoqiu snarled through gritted teeth.
