"Hey, are you the one who offended President Zhao?"
"You're really something; I truly admire you. No one in the entire city dares to do what you did!"
"Still holding a wine bottle, you're planning to go all out against President Zhao? Do you have the capability for that?"
As soon as the words were spoken, Boss Qiu snatched the wine bottle from Sun Jiumengzi's hand and smashed it hard on his head.
"Ah, ow..."
A horribly miserable sound suddenly echoed, and Sun Jiumengzi fell to the ground on the spot. Bright red blood flowed from his head, making everyone alarmed and step back several paces.
"Qiu, Boss Qiu, this is a misunderstanding..."
Covering his head, Sun Jiumengzi said through gritted teeth, his face white with fear, sobering up from the alcohol significantly.
As a resident of Fengshan Village, he knew too well what kind of ruthless figure Boss Qiu was—a top crime lord involved in multiple murders and countless serious injury cases.
