The slap was extremely painful, and a bright red handprint immediately appeared on Young Master Chen's face, blood red in color.
"You!" Young Master Chen was furious, nearly leaping up to strike back.
Zhang Feng sneered and said, "You! Get your ass over here!"
After speaking, Zhang Feng grabbed the collar of the opponent's shirt and yanked him towards Xiao Han. Young Master Chen was dragged over helplessly like a little chick, then violently pulled forward before being shoved in front of Xiao Han.
Shaking with fear, Young Master Chen stood in front of Xiao Han, not daring to utter a sound.
"Kneel down!" Zhang Feng roared.
Thump...
Frightened, Young Master Chen instantly knelt down, a reflexive response, commonly known as a conditioned reflex.
Xiao Han smiled and said, "One hundred thousand yuan, any problem with that?"
"N... No problem!" Where could Young Master Chen dare to be obstinate? The slap had already caused his left cheek to swell, nearly puffing up his entire face.