"Do you have any idea who the butler, the one causing trouble, is?"
"Do you realize that his anger could plunge our entire South Korea into an abyss of despair?"
Faced with Li Zhiwen's mad shouting and questioning, Han Pengming was still utterly baffled.
The butler? The troublemaker?
Who?
Shaking with trepidation, Han Pengming ventured to ask, "Captain Li, the person you mentioned wouldn't happen to be the boy who severely injured my son, would he? He..."
"That boy! That boy! That boy!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Hearing Han Pengming refer to Chen Wei in such a manner, Li Zhiwen's rage flared up instantly, prompting him to raise his hand.
Without any explanation, he slapped Han Pengming's head, one after another.
Han Pengming didn't dare to fight back, especially with so many guns pointed at him.
Any movement that could pose the slightest threat to Li Zhiwen, they had every right to open fire and kill him on the spot.