"You're Chen Yuan, right?" Han Dongcheng pulled a pack of lotus cigarettes from his pocket, stuck one in his mouth, and lit it while asking.
But the other party didn't speak and continued to stand in the blind spot just below the surveillance camera.
"I'm talking to you." Han Dongcheng got annoyed, his gaze hardened as he looked at this ignorant fool, feeling the urge to slap him.
But times were different now.
Now, a slap cost ten thousand yuan, a bit too steep a price.
Of course, besides hitting, he had other ways to scare kids.
Those social neophytes who only ever attended school—with one yell and a tug from him—they'd wither on the spot, legs trembling with fear.
Next, the 'reality' could begin.
Tried and true, without a single failure.
But this guy, his eyes were really quite defiant. And he pushed his glasses down, observing Han intently.
Even smiled.
Okay, okay, so he likes to smile, huh.
Just wait, I'll wipe that smile off your face.