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Chapter 163: [163] You have the guts to touch a single hair on me? _1

Chapter 163: [163] You have the guts to touch a single hair on me? _1

“Who the hell are you? Who gave you the right to meddle in my business?”

The greasy Liu turned his head and saw a young, handsome face.

Being unattractive and older himself, he always detested these types of young, good-looking guys.

And the fact that this one had just come out of nowhere to spoil his fun made him loathe the man even more.

“Who am I? I’m your dad. Not recognizing your own father, what an unfilial son you are,” Tang Feng said, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him away.

With considerable force, coupled with the middle-aged man’s slight drunkenness, he stumbled back several steps.

Fortunately, he was caught by someone behind him; otherwise, he would have taken a nasty fall.

Tang Feng didn’t bother with him further and turned to help Jiang Zi, “Class monitor, are you okay?”

Jiang Zi leaned on his shoulder, her eyes groggy from drink, and glanced at him, “It’s Tang Feng, thank you.”

Seeing it was Tang Feng, her tense nerves finally relaxed significantly.

The drunkenness came back over her, making her even more unstable on her feet, and she leaned heavily on him.

“Mr. Qian, who is this kid?”

The oily Liu saw how intimately Jiang Zi and Tang Feng were interacting and immediately looked angrily towards Mr. Qian.

“Mr. Liu, I don’t know him either,” Mr. Qian quickly replied, his face trying to smile.

“Ha, so this is the sincerity of Huazhong Securities? With this, you still dream of securing the Qianda Plaza deal? Dream on,” Mr. Liu said furiously, pointing at his nose, spittle flying everywhere.

“Mr. Liu, please calm down. I will surely give you a satisfactory explanation,” Mr. Qian tried to soothe the middle-aged Liu before turning towards Tang Feng.

“What do you do?”

He glared angrily at Tang Feng; the deal was nearly in the bag, but unexpectedly, this complication had arisen.

If he couldn’t resolve this quickly, the Qianda Plaza deal would be out of reach.

“I’m her friend, what about you?” Tang Feng stared back coldly.

“I’m Qian Xu, the customer manager of Huazhong Securities, her direct superior. We were discussing business, so please don’t interrupt us,” the man said, assuming an air of superiority. Funny enough, he did have some official authority about him.

“Ah, a customer manager, I see. Hello there,”

Tang Feng said, extending his hand.

Qian Xu thought he was about to apologize and took up a self-satisfied posture before slowly lifting his hand.

But at that moment, Tang Feng suddenly slapped him across the face.

“Slap!”

The slap was forceful, instantly swelling half of Qian Xu’s cheek, leaving him dumbfounded.

Xu Xinling and Mr. Liu’s group, including everyone else around, were just as stunned.

They had not expected Tang Feng to hit someone out of the blue.

Qian Xu covered half of his face, and after being dazed for a moment, he reacted, “You son of a—”

Before he could finish cursing, another slap from Tang Feng landed on his other cheek.

Now both sides of his face were swollen, which made him look more symmetrical.

“A mere customer manager and you’re posturing in front of me? You’re relying on pimping your female subordinates to do business? Disgusting,”

As detestable as Liu was, Qian was even more so.

Knowing full well what would happen to Jiang Zi if she got into Liu’s car, as her superior, he not only didn’t stop her, he was actively sacrificing her.

Truly hateful!

Although Qian Xu was seething, he dared not talk back.

Facing someone who resorts to violence so readily, saying more would only earn him more hits.

He glared viciously at Jiang Zi.

Even though he couldn’t do anything to Tang Feng, he’d take his anger out on her.

She worked under him, after all. Would there not be plenty of chances to deal with her?

Tang Feng handed Jiang Zi over to Xinling to look after, then turned and walked toward the bald Liu.

“You old fart, you’re balding, yet you’re still so full of bad water?”

“What are you trying to do? You dare to touch a hair on me and see what happens!”

Liu tried to maintain some dignity in front of his subordinates, immediately raising his voice in threat.

“In my whole life, this is the first time someone’s made such a request. Well, I’ll indulge you,” Tang Feng chuckled and then grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking it out.

“Zing!”

The man, already with sparse hair, screamed as Tang Feng plucked out a chunk of it.

“Ah…”

The bald man cried out in pain and staggered backward.

His associates, who had accompanied him, stood frozen, not daring to intercede.

“You little bastard, you’re dead. Do you know who I am? I’m the deputy general manager of Qianda Plaza. Don’t believe for a second that I can’t make it impossible for you to get by in Zhonghai,” the bald man threatened through clenched teeth, offended and humiliated.

“Oh, so you’re the deputy general manager of Qianda Plaza? My apologies,” Tang Feng feigned fright and quickly approached, “I didn’t hurt you just now, did I? I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t play that game with me. Even if you beg me now, it won’t change my mind,” the man said, growing more insolent as he saw Tang Feng acting afraid.

“Ah, looks like that pull not only took out some hair but also affected your brain; otherwise, you wouldn’t be babbling such idiocy,” Tang Feng said and tugged another clump of the man’s hair.

“Ah…”

The man screamed like a slaughtered pig once more, his eyes filled with terror.

He didn’t have much hair to start with, and after Tang Feng yanked it twice, he was left with even less.

“You little bastard, kill me if you dare. If you can’t kill me today, I swear I’ll kill you. And that Jiang Zi… I’ll make her life a living hell,” the bald man was a tough cookie, still spewing threats despite the circumstances.

Tang Feng saw that he was still incorrigible and prepared to teach him another lesson.

Just then, the voice of Zhou Bingrui came from behind, “Wow, seems like there’s quite a show going on here.”

Accompanying him were several well-dressed rich second generations.

When the bald man saw Zhou Bingrui, he hurriedly put on a sycophantic smile and hastened to greet him.

“Mr. Rui, what brings you here?”