Honestly, after meeting Wang Shiwan, Jun Wangchen finally understood that the saying about someone going so crazy they would even screw themselves had some basis in fact.
"So you're that bastard boss!" Jun Wangchen paused, putting on a look of surprise.
Then he pointed his camera at Wang Shiwan and shouted indignantly, "Justice always catches up with you, folks! The truth is out! This guy in front of me, who looks like he soaked in a men's restroom for three days and nights before being pickled in a jar for another three days and nights, is that bastard boss!"
"Even after being exposed, this bastard boss hasn't realized his mistake. Instead, he's mouthed off and slandered me, an outstanding citizen of Jinling City! He's practically a fighter jet among scumbags, a VIP among lowlifes!"
"As an outstanding citizen, I can't tolerate this, and I can't let this beast of a boss escape justice. Tell me, what should I do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dense barrage of comments filled Jun Wangchen's phone screen, almost drowning out his face.
"Okay, okay, I understand!" Reading the comments on the screen, Jun Wangchen nodded emphatically.
Then he turned his head and gave Wang Shiwan a friendly smile.
The moment he finished smiling, he delivered a backhanded slap squarely across Wang Shiwan's face, knocking him straight to the ground.
"OK, I've knocked this utterly wicked bastard boss flat. What else would you like me to do?" Jun Wangchen withdrew his hand and kept his phone aimed at Wang Shiwan on the ground, asking with a perfectly serious expression.
"What? Slap him into the wall so hard no one can peel him off? I can't do that. His skin's way too thick. That last slap really hurt my hand!"
"You want me to