This boss clearly looked like he was running a black-market shop. Most of the stuff inside was cheap junk, and he didn't care whether Wang Zhan understood anything or not.
He immediately pointed at Wang Zhan's nose and started cursing, his face flushing rapidly.
"Look at you! If you don't have money, what are you doing here, acting like a big shot!"
As the man spoke, a cold glint flashed in Wang Zhan's eyes. Just as the old fellow's finger was about to poke his nose, the seemingly stupefied Wang Zhan suddenly moved. So what if his expression changed quickly? Could it be faster than my hand? It all happened in a split second.
A swift arm, like a striking dragon, shot out in a blur, grabbing the boss by the neck and fiercely slamming him onto the table with a loud BANG.
