Hearing those words, Xiong Batian and the others were all shocked. No wonder a rich young man like Han Shan had to bow and scrape before Feng Hetang, fawning over him like a lackey.
Their family backgrounds simply couldn't compare. At the end of the day, Han Shan was just a rich young man whose family assets had only recently reached one billion. There were plenty of people like him in Tianshui City.
But Feng Hetang's father was a city councilor, one of the city's nine power players. Wouldn't it be easy for him to crush a nobody like Han Shan?!
So Han Shan's attitude was completely understandable.
"Han Shan."
Hearing him talk like that, Xia Ping asked curiously, "I thought you were the top dog at Zhengde Middle School, someone with status and influence. Have you changed careers and become someone else's lackey?!"
The hell I have!
Hearing Xia Ping say that, Han Shan's face turned green with rage. Who talked like that? Sure, he was acting that way, but he couldn't just say it out loud. Wasn't Xia Ping deliberately embarrassing him and slapping him in the face?!
He glared furiously at Xia Ping, looking as if he wanted to fight to the death.
"Kid, you've got a filthy mouth. You need to be slapped!" A dangerous glint flashed in the eyes of the fat man in the suit, Feng Hetang. With a whoosh, he suddenly struck, swinging his enormous palm like a banana leaf fan.
He might have been bulky, but he moved with incredible agility. Like lightning, his palm shot toward Xia Ping's face, carrying terrifying force.
A glint flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. He'd been ready for the man to attack, and his fist shot out, striking first.
Bang!
Fist met palm. True energy crashed