"Well now! I didn't expect a piece of trash like you to have heard of Young Master Murong." Liang Zihao couldn't have been more arrogant. "Since you know who he is, you should recognize your own place in this world! Compared to Young Master Murong, you aren't even worthy of polishing his shoes—"
SLAP—
Chen Xiaobei sent him flying with a single backhand. The clean strike knocked Liang Zihao's face completely crooked!
"Aaaargh, you bastard!" Clutching his swollen face, Liang Zihao roared, "You... you dare hit me?! I'll tell you this, you're finished! Just you wait for death!" With that, he pulled out his phone and started calling for backup again.
"Hello, is that Young Master Murong? It's me, Xiao Liang! Yes, Liang Zihao! Young Master Murong, you have to stand up for me! I got beaten up at the Xinghe Grand Hotel, but can you believe it? Dropping your name was useless!"
"What? You're coming over? That's fantastic! Thanks a million, Young Master Murong!"
