Wang Zhahan was merely a paper tiger.
He had been displaying his bravado just a moment ago, but now he looked so cowardly that he might as well get on his knees and lick Xiaowa's shoes.
Xiaowa did not deign to lay a hand on such a "weakling," turning instead to look at Victory and gesturing for him to come over.
"Boss ordered it. You can beat him up some more without holding back."
The man had already knelt down without resisting, and Victory didn't want to dirty his hands further. It would be better to leave it to Xiaowa.
After speaking, Victory patted Xiaowa's shoulder and leisurely left.
Xiaowa frowned, and turning his head, he realized Wang Zhahan was planning a sneak attack, his fist swinging towards him with the wind brushing past Xiaowa's cheek.
"You little bastard, go to die!" Wang Zhahan's voice was fierce.
He thought that he had the upper hand and that his sneak attack would definitely succeed.
