The man looked at the cigarette that had fallen to the ground. After a few seconds of silence, he cursed under his breath, then cracked his knuckles and roared at Li Mao.
"Fuck your mother! You stuttering piece of shit! Think I'm giving you face now? I say a few nice words to you, and you really think I fucking wouldn't dare hit you!?"
The moment the man finished speaking, Li Mao swung the hand wearing that diamond ring and punched him squarely in the cheekbone.
The tremendous impact distorted the man's face. A tooth from who knew where flew out of his mouth, trailing a horrifying streak of blood as it rolled beside the cigarette that had just been knocked down.
That single punch sent the muscular Alpha sprawling to the ground.
The man had long since lost his earlier bravado. Lying on the floor, he clutched the side of his face, where the diamond's sharp edge had carved a deep wound, and groaned in agony.
Watching the man's miserable state, Wan Fuqi suddenly felt that the purple bruises from all those slaps on his own face did not hurt quite so badly anymore.
Apparently, the force Li Mao used on his face had been no different from flirting, as far as Li Mao was concerned.
Just then, Li Mao, standing with his arms at his sides and blood still dripping from his knuckles, shot him a sinister look.
It was clearly a naked threat, yet Wan Fuqi's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly, his mouth going dry.
He understood what Li Mao meant.
He also understood that Li Mao was merely venting his anger on the man.
That punch had truly been meant for him—the one who had presumptuously put a proposal ring on Li Mao.
Wan Fuqi understood everything,