This all happened in just about a minute; it happened so quickly that by the time Huang Shaowei was thrown back to the ground, they still hadn't reacted.
This guy, really just started hitting without a word.
In fact, Ren Feng didn't bother wasting words with this kind of wealthy second generation. He would speak at most three times, and if the person still didn't let go after three tries, he'd just use his fists.
The effect was obvious — fists are always more important than words anytime.
Why do people admire violence? Because violence is simple, direct, and efficient!
"You, you!" Huang Shaowei was both angry and terrified.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Ren Feng stepped on Huang Shaowei, making him unable to move.
"Do you know who I am?"
Huang Shaowei shouted, grabbing Ren Feng's foot, trying to lift it, but how could he possibly do that?
"Nope," Ren Feng said calmly.
"I'll tell you, I'm the young master of the Huang Family, I'm Huang Shaowei!"
