Clenching his fists and grinding his teeth, Wang Jie was so angry his lungs were about to burst. To think someone could get filthy rich without needing any service—what kind of character and quality was that!
Just as Wang Jie was gnashing his teeth in fury, preparing to give the person in front of him a harsh lesson, he suddenly saw them charge toward him and collide with his body.
This time, the collision was real and solid, and Wang Jie couldn't withstand it at all—he slammed hard against the wall behind him.
But Wang Jie was no ordinary man, his gaze sharp, his eyes filled with rage.
Looking at the person before him, wearing a hat and a bomber jacket, it was clear he wasn't the good guy type.
Grinding his teeth fiercely, Wang Jie was ready to give this guy a good thrashing and show him what he was made of.
With a forceful shove against the wall, Wang Jie lifted his leg and delivered a kick, a surge of force exploding from it.