Hu Yueshan had never expected that Su Qiao not only wasn't afraid of him calling the police, but would even turn around and threaten him.
But when he thought of that boy's gloomy, wolf-like, vicious eyes, and the knife constantly twirling in his hand, as if it could stab a hole in him at any moment, he couldn't help shivering.
He was already starting to regret coming to ask for compensation.
He had thought Su Qiao would be a little timid. He hadn't expected this woman to be even more ruthless.
He didn't doubt for a second that they could really do something like that.
That boy had been able to hide in the garage of his residential complex, ambush him the moment he got out of his car, and attack with such viciousness, as if he didn't care whether Hu Yueshan lived or died. That was when he realized the boy was no pushover.
Even though he wasn't very old.
He didn't look particularly strong, either.
But sometimes, whether someone was ruthless had nothing to do with how sturdy they were.
And now, he understood one more thing: whether someone was ruthless had nothing to do with their gender or how beautiful they looked, either.
"If you dare do anything to me again, I won't let this go. I, Hu Yueshan, have been around in this circle for many years. I'm no pushover. I know people on both sides of the law."
The louder he shouted, the more frightened he was.
It was precisely because Hu Yueshan often did things like this himself that he was even more afraid.
He knew just how much of a difference money could make sometimes.
Su Qiao laughed arrogantly. "Heh, I don't need to know people on either side of the law, because