"Ouch, my face, my teeth, my teeth."
Feng Zhigao clutched his bloodied mouth, feeling something strange inside. When he opened his mouth and spat, two molars were knocked out.
"You, you fucking hit me, you're rebelling, you're causing a rebellion!"
Feng Zhigao shouted furiously.
A few lackeys immediately rushed towards Zhang Xiaoshan.
"You brat, daring to hit our Director Feng, you're done for."
"Who dares?"
"Take them down!"
By that time, Wu Biao and Li Erniu had arrived with their men.
More than fifty sturdy men, wielding weapons, circled Feng Zhigao and his group.
These strong men were now hired security guards employed by Zhang Xiaoshan—they truly dared to fight.
Seeing this setup, Feng Zhigao's group immediately chickened out.
They were no match for the others; they were just filler for the gaps in their teeth. If a fight really broke out, they would certainly be the ones to suffer.
"No, no, let's talk this out, don't get physical, don't get physical."
