Luo Zi nodded: "That's right. Just wait and see. I'll definitely make him kneel on the ground and bark like a dog for me."
About twenty minutes later, a luxury Bentley car parked in the parking lot outside the Fengye Hotel. The security politely directed the car to park in the designated spot.
Du Yuesheng got out of the car and punched the security guard twice, causing a nosebleed instantly, cursing as he hit: "You little bastard, does your old man need your instructions for what he does?"
Du Yuesheng was twenty-five years old, wearing an expensive suit, his eyes full of brilliance, with a hint of coldness mixed in.
The security guard forced himself to remain calm and still politely said: "Sorry, sir..."
"Slap, slap!"
Before the other party finished speaking, Du Yuesheng threw two more slaps across his face.
The security guard covered his mouth, not retaliating. Since the people driving such cars are big shots, he couldn't afford to offend them.
