"Are you really stupid or just pretending, what age are we in now, and you want to lecture me on the consequences of challenging the hierarchy? I don't care about the consequences, I only know that whoever has the bigger fist is the boss."
The blond-haired man clenched his fists and flaunted in front of Zhao Long.
Suddenly, Zhao Long extended his left hand and grabbed the blond-haired man's wrist.
"Since you don't know, let me tell you now."
Zhao Long pulled hard and then slapped the blond-haired man twice on the face with a resounding 'slap'.
The blond-haired man didn't even have time to react, and two handprints appeared on his face, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his wrist hurt so much that he almost screamed.
The people around, seeing the blond-haired man being hit, all moved toward Zhao Long to attack him.
Although Zhao Long was the second-in-command, they didn't care at all. If they didn't teach Zhao Long a lesson today, their anger wouldn't be appeased.
