Jin Yongjun, furious, didn't hear a word he said, and lifted his foot to kick him.
As soon as his hand reached out, Song Guanchao grabbed his wrist, and then slapped him again.
This slap was even harder than the previous one.
Jin Yongjun staggered from the blow.
He saw stars, and before he could recover, he felt a sharp pain tear across his scalp.
Song Guanchao yanked his hair, dragging him like a dead dog into the private room.
Inside the room, Fan Jie and the others saw Song Guanchao suddenly enter.
They noticed he was dragging someone behind him.
Once they saw clearly, their eyes widened in disbelief.
The person he was dragging was none other than the arrogant Jin Yongjun from moments ago!
This Korean embassy consul was now in such a sorry state.
Fan Jie's face twitched wildly, his heart pounded violently.
Is this guy crazy?
That's a Korean embassy consul!
Dragging him like this?
Is he really not afraid of causing a diplomatic incident?
