Han Wenjing was thin and frail, clearly looking like a scholar with no physical strength.
With a slight push, Wang Li made him stagger.
At the same time, he said coldly, "So I've cut the line, what's it to you?"
Although Han Wenjing was afraid of Wang Li, he still argued with reason, "You cut in line and still talk about manners? Are you going to use violence next?"
Wang Li's eyes turned frosty, "You guessed right. If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to slap you today!"
Han Wenjing's stubbornness flared up at that moment.
He turned to the middle-aged man in front of him and the scenic area staff, saying, "Don't let him cut in line; I want to see if he dares to beat me to death in such a public place!"
Han Wenjing might have been a scholar, but he wasn't spineless.
He always stood up for issues like this.
Wang Li was also no ordinary person. His arrogant manner made it clear that he was indeed willing to resort to violence.
