Looking at Wang Sheng's calm face, Li Chuan was at a loss for words: "Do you think your father is the number one in the world?"
Wang Sheng: "I don't dare to say number one, but to kill you would be easy. Do you know what the word 'public' means?"
"It means sticking chicken feathers on a bat—what kind of bird are you pretending to be?"
Li Chuan mocked, and under Wang Sheng's incredulous gaze, he raised his hand, grabbed Wang Sheng by the collar, and dragged him out of the car, slamming him hard onto the ground.
"Bang!"
Wang Sheng crashed face-first, breaking his nose, and blood flowed freely.
This set Wang Sheng off. He scrambled up from the ground, using both hands and feet: "You bastard, you..."
"Slap!"
Before he could finish, Li Chuan slapped him again!
The rest of his words were knocked back into his stomach.
Li Chuan: "I'm hitting you! What grandmaster, look at how you act."
