The staff in the restaurant didn't move. After all, their boss hadn't yet spoken.
Hu Tuchao also looked at Ming Lingyi.
Ming Lingyi said, "What's the rush? Aren't there still plenty of matters we haven't cleared up?"
With his backer present, Hu Jin felt a surge of courage and forgot the terror of being dealt with by Li Yun. "Didn't Boss Hu make himself clear? Besides, I already told you I made a mistake. You're just a woman—always dithering, no vision. You'll never accomplish anything great."
The words had barely left his mouth when, before Ming Lingyi could even speak, Hu Jin's vision went black.
Before he could even register what had happened, he felt a crushing blow to his face. His head snapped to the side, and he was nearly knocked to the ground.
The taste of blood filled his mouth.
Li Yun had moved like a phantom, yet he had thrown the punch for all to see.
"If you can't speak properly, you don't need that tongue," Li Yun said coldly.
