"Ling Chen, you... you dare to hurt my big brother." Zhang Qianqian looked at Ling Chen with a face full of shock and anger, yelling at her own bodyguards: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and throw him out."
Ling Chen raised an eyebrow, grasped Zhang Zekai's neck again, and pressed his head down towards the shattered coffee table. Although the glass was broken, there were still countless tiny shards scattered around.
"Whoever dares to touch me, try it. I'll let him taste what it's like to have his face ruined," he said, sweeping his gaze over the suited men. Sure enough, they hesitated and stepped back, not daring to come forward.
Zhang Zekai endured the pain in his face and roared fiercely: "Ling Chen, do you know who I am? If you dare to touch a hair on me, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life."