The smile instantly vanished from Gao Qisheng's scholarly face.
In all his years as a lawyer, he had faced every kind of difficult opponent, but this was his first encounter with such an arrogant, brainless thug.
He kept reminding himself that there was no point arguing with a hoodlum.
But Chang Chenghu, standing beside him, couldn't hold back.
Seeing someone point straight at his boss's younger brother and insult him, he roared.
"Li Youtian, we're all from Yicheng! Don't spit in our faces when we're showing you respect!"
Before Li Youtian could answer, Li Hongwei flew into a rage behind him.
"So what if we do?"
Li Hongwei stepped forward, the veins in his neck bulging, his arrogance knowing no bounds.
"Do you know why our village is called Mang Village? Because we're thugs!"
Then he turned his finger on Gao Qiqiang, who had remained silent all this time.
"And you! Gao Qiqiang!"
"You used to be a fucking lousy melon seller! You sold someone an unripe melon and nearly got stabbed to death on the spot! Who the fuck are you trying to impress?"
At those words, the last trace of expression vanished from Gao Qiqiang's face.
He said nothing, but the terrifying aura around him seemed to chill the air.
The Construction Group workers behind him were all brothers who had fought their way up from the bottom alongside Gao Qiqiang. Hearing those words, every one of them saw red.
"Motherfucker! What did you say?"
"How dare you insult President Gao!"
"Kill those sons of bitches!"
More than twenty burly men finally lost their patience and surged forward with furious roars, instantly surrounding the seven or eight villagers Li Youtian and his son had brought.
A violent brawl was about to erupt.
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