SMACK!
Two of Zhang Xingze's teeth were sent flying as his body was knocked backward, crashing hard onto the ground. He cried out in pain, wailing on the floor as half of his face swelled up.
Zhao Dong shrugged helplessly. "I told you to keep that filth out of your mouth. You can't blame me for this."
Nearby, the corner of Song Qingwan's mouth twitched. She glanced at Zhao Dong, her expression complex. Is this guy… really that violent?
Shen Yana shrieked and rushed over to help Zhang Xingze to his feet. Pointing a finger at Zhao Dong, she raged, "You bastard, do you have any idea who I am? How dare you touch my man? I can make you disappear from East Sea!"
"Go on," Zhao Dong said with a faint smile. "You're welcome to try."
Song Qingwan quickly tugged on Zhao Dong's sleeve. "Zhao Dong, this Zhang Xingze has serious connections," she said nervously. "He supposedly knows a lot of powerful people. You shouldn't have hit him."
