The fierce man was none other than Chen Ziao, the eldest son of Chen Jiao, the Chairman of the Blood Flood Dragon Group.
The members of the Blood Flood Dragon Group dared not be disrespectful to him.
"Hmm?"
Shen Xinhe turned around, locking eyes with Chen Ziao.
Chen Ziao was momentarily stunned, and his gaze turned fiery in an instant.
From afar, he had already found Shen Xinhe's figure appealing, wanting to show off a little. He hadn't expected that up close, she was even more stunning—such a rare beauty was a once-in-a-lifetime find. Meeting her must be a gift from the heavens, definitely not to be missed.
"Pa."
Chen Ziao raised his hand and slapped the leader of the small squad heavily across the face. The blow sent the man flying several meters, teeth scattered, lying on the ground spitting blood, unable to get up.
There was no mercy in that blow.
"You bastard, who told you to bully others by power? How dare you be rude to this lady—you deserve to be beaten."
