"Friend? What the hell are you, thinking you're worthy of being my buddy?"
Qi Junwen raised an eyebrow, suddenly swung his palm, and slapped Cheng Xu hard across the face.
Smack! The crisp sound echoed through the hall, followed by a silence so profound that one could hear a pin drop.
Cheng Xu's eyes turned bloodshot in an instant. He clenched his fists tightly, gasping heavily, his body trembling slightly. In the underworld, reputation was everything; sometimes just for being called "your motherf***er," someone might fly into a rage and draw their knife. Being slapped in public was far worse. For a big boss like him, it was an utter humiliation, one that could only be repaid with blood.
"What are you looking at? Dissatisfied?" Qi Junwen glared, raising his hand without hesitation for another slap, but this time, Cheng Xu, on the verge of losing control, suddenly became calm.
