Lin Guofa truly felt like he had stepped one foot into the Door of Hell.
Normally, he was suave and debonair, not exactly a handsome man, yet undeniably chic and rich in a youthful way.
Now, standing in front of Zhu Li and others, he trembled, his legs dancing, his teeth clashing non-stop, making a clicking sound. The commanding aura he usually had was nowhere to be seen, replaced only by cowering fear.
Sitting was not an option, so when Zhu Li suddenly snapped, "Kneel!"
Lin Guofa, both shocked and furious, said, "I will compensate for the damages to your bar! Don't push people too far!"
Zhu Li swiftly rose to her feet and with a swift kick, she knocked Lin Guofa to his knees.
"Ordered people to smash my bar?"
Before her words even ended, she slapped Lin Guofa across the face. With a smack, four finger marks appeared on his left cheek.
This was undoubtedly the most humiliating day for Lin Guofa; he was extremely angry, but didn't dare to retaliate, only begging for mercy.