The boy's back hit the wall, a muted groan, and he fell to the ground.
The man sneered, his gaze dark and brooding, staring at the boy curled up on the ground: "Run, keep running."
Feng Cheng rushed over, "Aning, Aning, are you okay?"
He turned his head and shouted angrily, "What you're doing is a crime, I'll sue you."
The man chuckled, instructing the bodyguard, "Give him a phone, let him call the police. I want to see who dares to arrest me."
Feng Cheng was grinding his teeth, having just escaped from the tiger's den only to fall into the wolf's lair. And this man seemed much harder to deal with than Huang Xi, his face clearly signaling trouble, and he was indeed ruthless.
Feng Cheng even regretted it. He should have stayed in the private room earlier. At worst, he would've just sung some songs and played games with a group of entitled young masters and mistresses. They wouldn't have gone too far.
But what this man in front of him would do was uncertain.
