"You... you actually hit me! How dare you disrespect my dad!"
Zhao Qiang clutched his face with one hand and leapt up from the ground, glaring at Hu Hansan with eyes full of anger as he roared furiously.
He often hung out in this area and usually, by dropping his father Zhao Dezhu's name, almost no one dared to mess with him.
But now, even though he had already mentioned his father's name, Hu Hansan had dared to strike him, which made him incredibly angry.
"Zhao Dezhu, is it? Haha, he's not worthy!"
Before Hu Hansan could even speak,
a derisive snort full of disdain came from outside the private room.
Following that, two figures entered the room.
One of them was a burly man with bare arms, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans.
Two azure dragons were tattooed on the man's muscular arms, looking incredibly imposing.
The other was a young man with a slightly pale face, but his eyes were as sharp and cold as those of a raptor or a vicious wolf.