Everyone knows, what does Wu Jiecao do for a living? A rich second generation who's up to no good, relying on his dad's jewelry store, indulging in debauchery every day. When it comes to fighting, he just commands his underlings to charge while he sneaks away to hide.
Compared to Haonan, he's not even on the same level.
Haonan's used to living life on the edge, and to survive in it, he must have extraordinary skills. In front of him, someone like Wu Jiecao is undoubtedly as weak as trash.
With just one punch, Haonan bent Wu Jiecao's nose out of shape.
The opponent's tears streamed down immediately, accompanied by bright red nosebleed, while the bottle in his hand fell onto Haonan's shoulder. The other party was unmoved, seeming to feel no pain at all.
"Bro, isn't that a bit too much?"
At this moment, a young master sitting in the corner spoke slowly.
