Traces of Liu Ping in the Capital City Too?

"What?"

"Didn't you say you could agree to any condition?"

Jiang Qiao said with a beaming smile.

The white-haired man's face flushed, and anger flickered in his eyes. But he still took several deep breaths, suppressing his fury before slowly saying:

"Your Excellency, what meaning is there in making fun of me like this?"

"We're all out here making a living, so there have to be some rules. You state your condition, and I'll fulfill it. Then we can become friends."

He was deeply humiliated by Jiang Qiao's malice, but he did not dare to lose his temper.

At that moment.

He finally began to understand how those "little mice" he had humiliated felt.

"I've already stated my condition. Didn't you say you could accomplish anything?"

"What, you can't do this either?"

"Were you just fooling me?"

Jiang Qiao put away the smile on his face and deliberately asked in a gloomy tone.

"Whew—whew—"

"Whew—"

The white-haired man had always been extremely hot-tempered. Now that Jiang Qiao had shown him no respect at all and left him unable to back down, his eyes immediately reddened. Seething with rage, he said:

"Forgive my bluntness, but Your Excellency's request is difficult to fulfill."

"Difficult?"

Jiang Qiao walked step by step to the white-haired man. Looking at the other man's face, slightly twisted with anger, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped him.

"Smack!"

"If it's difficult, then don't do it!"

Jiang Qiao was incredibly strong. Beneath the resounding slap, the white-haired man completed a textbook three-hundred-and-sixty-degree midair spin before crashing hard into the tall wall not far away.

"How dare you humiliate me like this? The boss definitely won't let—"

"Fucking hell!"

Jiang Qiao walked over, raised his foot, and stomped directly on the white-haired man's crotch.

"Ah—!"

Although the white-haired man