A Beating

The vice president and the two staff members were dumbfounded. What was Han Xing doing?!

Liu Feng cursed, "You're all f*cking blind! Hurry up and help me up! Han Xing, you're dead! How dare you hit me?"

Before he could finish, Han Xing grabbed his hair and pulled him up from the ground. Liu Feng didn't dare to struggle.

"You motherf*cker! What do you want?"

Han Xing lifted his hair and slapped him across the face.

Pa!

Under the shocked gazes of the three people, Liu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with two teeth. He cursed angrily, "You f*cker!"