A mischievous young man was playfully lifting Lu Chen off the ground and teasingly roughhousing with him. He even declared in a loud voice, "Fang Yuan is under my protection. If I catch wind of you speaking ill of her again, you won't be seeing the sun tomorrow!"
With that statement, Lu Chen received another punch and was tossed onto a pile of broken glass.
Several onlookers observed the incident and were bewildered. Why was Lu Chen, the supposed scion of Fengcheng City's wealthiest individual, being subjected to such a beating? And based on what he had just said, it seemed he had spoken unfavorably about someone?
"Lu Chen, are you alright?" Fang Jiayi rushed forward to help him up. Her eyes landed on the shards of glass embedded in Lu Chen's arm, and she shot an angry glare at Qiao Bei. "Sir, how did my dear friend Lu Chen offend you? Why did you resort to violence? Isn't there any rule of law here?"