Sheng Jianan reached out, unbuttoning his suit one by one, casually tossing the jacket to Qiao Zi, then unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolling up the sleeves. Turning his head slightly, he said to the others, "Get out."
Qiao Zi hurriedly instructed the detention center staff to wait outside. It was obvious the CEO was in an extremely foul mood today, and anyone present was likely to become his target.
In the dimly lit small room, only Sheng Jianan and those hooligans remained. Sheng Jianan casually pulled a chair over and sat down, tugging at his tie, "Did you use your hands or your feet? Own up? Or should I ask?"
"Who are you, yo, what's with that look? Want to fight with us or something?"
The blond who had ignored Sheng Jianan earlier swaggered over, reaching out to poke Sheng Jianan as a show of force, but before his hand could touch Sheng Jianan's clothes, his entire arm was twisted into an impossible angle.
"Ah!"
