Sitting atop the imposing boss chair, his face marked with scars, he glanced disdainfully at Liu Yong. The intense stare seemed to convey a clear message, a silent warning that echoed in his eyes: "Boy, if you dare set foot in our territory, be prepared to face excruciating pain or even death."
He didn't budge an inch, merely fixing Liu Yong with a disdainful look.
Inside the office, Scar, accompanied by a group of robust men who undoubtedly served as his subordinates, exuded an aura of power.
Following an established protocol, one of the subordinates stepped forward regardless of the situation and delivered a resounding slap across Liu Yong's face. It was the customary way they operated in this domain.
But could Liu Yong stand idly by and let himself be struck? That was clearly an impossibility.