"You idiot! Even now, do you realize you have offended someone you shouldn't have?"
"Someone I shouldn't have offended?"
Ah Xiong looked at Jiang Chuan and understood. He hurriedly explained, "Peng, you might not know, this person, although his skills are impressive, he's not a big shot. His name is Jiang Chuan, just a country bumpkin farmer..."
"Country bumpkin my ass!"
Zhao Peng slapped him again with backhands, wishing he could just slap the bastard to death.
If Jiang Chuan is a country bumpkin, then everyone in the world is a country bumpkin.
No, even less than a country bumpkin!
Zhao Peng was furious. He took a handgun from one of his men and pressed it against Ah Xiong's forehead.
Ah Xiong was immediately scared out of his wits.
A few slaps, and Ah Xiong's face was swollen like a pig's head.
Although he didn't dare to resist, his eyes were filled with resentment.
