"Kneel down and speak to me."
A furious shout, terrifying pressure applied to Su Zhengjun.
"Clatter."
Su Zhengjun immediately fell prostrate on the ground.
At the same time, it was as if a massive boulder weighed on him, causing him to cough up blood, his whole body's bones crunching.
Both knees were directly shattered.
"My legs, my legs."
Su Zhengjun screamed miserably in pain.
Enduring unbearable suffering.
"Let go of my brother."
Suddenly, at one side, a middle-aged man stood up.
His eyebrows bore some resemblance to Su Zhengjun.
"Miracle Doctor Zhang, my brother has made a mistake, but he is the president of the Northwest General Chamber of Commerce, controlling the economic lifeline of the entire Northwest. You, you are too much."
"Too much?"
Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes grew even more fiercely intense.
"If me breaking his legs counts as too much, then what does it mean for you to have killed several of our White Dragon Commerce members?"
