He Buwei flew into a rage. A filthy security guard actually dared to demand that he kneel and apologize to a stinking beggar. Who gave him the audacity to say such a thing?
"You worthless security guard, are you fucking looking for death?" He Buwei roared.
As soon as he spoke, the rich young masters standing behind him began to clamor.
"Exactly! Just some trash security guard, and he dares to make Young Master He kneel? I think you're fucking tired of living!"
"Young Master He, if you ask me, just kill him. Your family is backed by the Shao Family now, so a mere security guard ain't worth a damn!"
"..."
Listening to the chatter from the rich playboys behind him, He Buwei shot Pei Donglai a disdainful look. "You worthless security guard, did you fucking hear me? If you know what's good for you, apologize to me right now!"
Pei Donglai's eyes instantly turned piercingly sharp, like a bolt of lightning shooting toward He Buwei, or like a knife scraping across his face.
