Chen Zheng had no reaction to these words whatsoever; he simply said calmly, "Throw him out."
"Understood!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than Zhao Feng walked straight toward Gao Wuchang.
"You damned dog, do I look like..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a loud slap landed on his face. He forcibly swallowed the rest of his words and went out like a light. Then, he was carried out by Zhao Feng and tossed outside like a dead dog.
Up until this moment, Sun Yan and Wei Zixuan both wore shocked expressions.
A casual slap had actually knocked Gao Wuchang out? Wasn't that a bit too much?
"Zixuan, I think there are some things we really need to talk about," Chen Zheng said, slowly pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"Chen Zheng, what are you doing?" Sun Yan looked completely panicked. "Do you have any idea who Young Master Gao is? He's a director of the Association, and his uncle is the president!"
