"That's right, it's me who called them."
Hong Chengtong sneered and said, "You should have expected today's outcome when you offended me back then. Do you think I'm scared of you, some lousy general manager? You should go out and ask around about the Hong Family's reputation. In Dragon City, you're nothing!"
"Oh, what do you want to do?"
Looking at Hong Chengtong, who seemed elated, as if he had already stepped on him, Ning Fan's expression was peculiar. He followed up with a question.
"What do I want to do?"
Hong Chengtong's face flushed with excitement. Pointing at Ning Fan, he said to the few thugs beside him, "Go, break his right hand. Dare to touch my Wenwen, I'll give you a little warning first."
After saying this, as if thinking the punishment was too light, Hong Chengtong added, "And take off one of his legs, cripple his tendons!"
"Got it. Young Master Hong, step back. In a moment, blades don't have eyes, it won't look good if you're splattered with blood."
