"Crack"
A cry of agony echoed inside the room.
The solid wood chair in Qin Hao's hands had also fallen apart, and he threw it to the ground.
Wu Fuwei lay on the ground clutching his right leg, his face deathly pale, as large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Lin Helai and the others' hearts quivered, and they sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.
Qin Hao now seemed anything but a company president—he was even more terrifying than gangsters.
Qin Hao looked towards Lin Helai and the others, "Does anyone else wish to detain me?"
The crowd forced a smile on their faces and hurriedly said, "Mr. Qin is joking, we have no such thoughts."
"Good if you don't. I advise you all, either sell your stores early or wait to be brought down by Jiangshan Roasted Duck. If anyone dares to play dirty with me, we'll just wait and see."
Having finished, Qin Hao left with Feng Xiangyi without so much as glancing at Wu Fuwei on the ground.
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