"You motherfucker, you dare curse Master Xuan? Are you tired of living?"
Sang Biao, with a cigar in his mouth, looked every bit a gangster thug. Usually, Sang Biao was quite aloof, but with Master Xuan here, Sang Biao didn't have the right to be aloof.
After all, their statuses were worlds apart.
For someone lowly to pretend aloof in front of the mighty, isn't that asking for a beating?
Under everyone's eyes, Sang Biao left the black Rolls-Royce, pushed through the crowd, and walked up to the principal of J City University.
"Master Xuan gave you three hundred bucks; it's a sign of his regard, you know?"
Sang Biao snorted coldly, his face fierce, raising his hand ready to slap the principal.
But the principal of J City University, being someone of standing, naturally didn't want Sang Biao to slap him. He shouted sharply, coldly staring at Sang Biao, and reprimanded, "Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to speak here?"
"Principal, he is Sang Biao."
