Zhao Lanhua was obese and had a fierce appearance, looking more like a man from behind.
Zhang Liang used to slap her buttocks frequently; it wasn't flirtation but an insult, a contempt for Wang Zicheng.
A man who can't even protect his own woman, can he still be called a man?
Now seeing Zhao Lanhua acting like a little girl, Zhang Liang felt utterly disgusted, then he swung down a steel pipe with force.
But just as the pipe reached midair, it seemed to hit an obstacle and suddenly stopped.
"Let go." Zhang Liang saw an enforcer grabbing the pipe, finally shouting.
Yet when he turned his head to look, he shuddered and hastily released the pipe, stepping back five steps.
At this moment, everyone else saw Zhao Long and started gathering around.
"Zhao Long, you finally decided to come out." Zhang Liang sneered, masking his earlier fear.
Zhao Long's face was gloomy, his eyes cold, giving off a beastly aura.
