"Stop!" Li Qiuting yelled at Han Jianglong, her voice rising. "Do you know who Mr. Qin is? How dare you be so rude!"
She was so frightened, cold sweat beaded on her brow, and her body trembled. Qin Heng's identity was absolutely extraordinary; even the president of Beijing University heeded his commands! If such an important figure were injured at Jiuchong Pavilion, everyone present tonight would likely be implicated and suffer unimaginable punishment.
"Miss Li, you're overthinking things. This guy is just a penniless good-for-nothing!" Han Jianglong completely disregarded Li Qiuting's attempt to stop him.
His iron-like claws continued to reach for Qin Heng's neck!
WHOOSH!
It was as if a fierce wind surged between Han Jianglong's fingers, currents of air scattering, causing wind to howl through the otherwise quiet main hall of Jiuchong Pavilion!
