The man in sunglasses was completely oblivious to Ma Feitian's inner thoughts.
He was just annoyed that Ma Feitian was ignoring him and was about to say something when, at that very moment, a large hand silently landed on his shoulder.
Zhang Beixing's voice came ominously from behind him, "Let's put aside whether you're acting or not for a moment. Buddy, shouldn't we settle the score between us?"
Hearing this, the man in sunglasses froze completely. He struggled to turn his head, only to see Zhang Beixing looking at him with a sinister smile. Instantly, his hair stood on end.
The man in sunglasses frantically struggled, trying to break free from Zhang Beixing's merciless iron grip. However, despite his struggles, Zhang Beixing's hand seemed welded to the man, unmoving no matter what he did.
Dealing with Ma Feitian might be difficult, but handling a brat like you is a piece of cake.
