Chen Weishan's expression instantly darkened. Pointing at the man who had shouted in the crowd, he said coldly, "No manners? Country bumpkins, troublemakers! You, go teach that kid a lesson. Pah! What a piece of trash, daring to seek death in front of me, Chen Weishan?"
"Don't worry, Grandfather Chen, I'll make sure the kid learns what running his mouth gets him," the bodyguard said with a cold chuckle. With a menacing look, he started walking toward the man who had shouted.
The crowd immediately grew restless. Some were angry and indignant, while others whispered curses at Chen Weishan, but they only dared to do so from the corners where he could neither see nor hear them. Seeing this, the sneer on Chen Weishan's face grew more pronounced. His expression, one of utter contempt bred from wealth, looked down upon the residential complex's occupants.
Hmph, a bunch of country bumpkins... What trash.
"You, what do you think you're doing?"
