"Ha, I thought there were many people. It turned out to be just one. What an overkill—using a cannon to kill a mosquito. We came all this way for nothing."
A young man wearing sunglasses and a crystal necklace around his neck stepped out of the car, clad in all designer wear.
"Are you Zhao Kang?"
Su Xuan cocked his head and asked.
"Who the hell told you my name? Yes, I'm Zhao Kang, so what? You gonna hit me?"
Zhao Kang laughed, enjoying the confrontation with someone who seemed incapable yet pretended to be a big shot.
But no sooner had he finished speaking than he felt a searing pain on his face.
Su Xuan's move was lightning fast; he delivered a slap.
Smack!
The sunglasses on Zhao Kang's face were knocked off and shattered into pieces.
The group he brought with him was stunned. Who was hitting whom here? We came to beat someone up, yet it was our boss who got hit.
"Young man, try to speak with less hostility,"
Su Xuan said coolly.
