However, they were also people who had weathered many storms. Mr. Zhao immediately said with a commanding tone, "You young man, you have some nerve to come here after beating our people!"
Without saying a word, Ren Feng stepped forward and kicked him hard in the chest. Instantly, Mr. Zhao's fat body flew through the air like a pig and crashed onto the glass table, shattering it.
The other wealthy businessmen, who were about to speak harshly, were intimidated by Ren Feng's demeanor and swallowed their words.
This person before them seemed a bit terrifying.
"Young man, calm down. I think there's some misunderstanding here." One businessman approached with a smile plastered on his face.
"Yes, young man, don't be so impulsive. It's no good for either of us. Besides, I believe there's nothing that can't be solved with money, don't you think?" Mr. Chen also chimed in from the side.
