BANG!
With a light tap of his finger, Shen Fanyun caused Wang Fuqing and his entire desk to explode. The scene terrified everyone present, including Wang Fuqing himself. "This..."
Whether it was Wang Fuqing or the lackeys he had brought along, they were merely small-time thugs who were a bit tougher than the average person—classic bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. Encountering someone as fierce as Shen Fanyun, they froze on the spot, utterly terrified. Wang Fuqing sat on the ground, gasping for breath. His forehead was bleeding, a terrifying sight.
"When I try to reason with you, you'd better listen," Shen Fanyun sneered, squatting in front of Wang Fuqing. "Otherwise, your fate will be even worse." He pointed to the scattered contract papers on the floor. "Who is the debtor?"
"Su... Su Ke," Wang Fuqing stammered.
Shen Fanyun asked again, "Are you sure?"
