Boss Zhu was doused with a face full of wetness, completely unkempt, cursing filthily as he wiped across his face, preparing to explode in rage. But then he fixed his gaze and recognized the man before him.
It was none other than Tyrant Gong Beiming of Longcheng, whose overbearing presence startled him.
This was not someone he could afford to offend, and the man had brought along numerous bodyguards.
His complexion changed on the spot, and his voice began to stammer, "President Gong, let's, let's talk this out, shall we?"
Gong Beiming's handsome face was shaded with a hint of wicked coldness, "Talk it out? Heh, let's talk it out indeed!"
He gestured with a crook of his finger, and several bodyguards rushed in.
They pinned Boss Zhu against the wall and began stripping him of his clothes, off went the suit, then the shirt, until he was bare, before fitting him into a woman's dress.