"Mr. Cen, I see you guys aren't here with good intentions. It's not easy for a little brother like me to have a bite to eat. You can't just break my rice bowl, right?"
"Want to eat, huh." Cen Guanxi pulled out a wad of red cash from his pocket and slammed it hard on the other's face, "Take the money, go find something to eat."
This was a blatant humiliation! The security captain was quite dignified and didn't squat down to pick up the money. At this moment, a few of his subordinates also came over. Seeing their boss being bullied, they immediately raised their batons and shouted, "Where are you from? What do you want?"
Cen Guanxi snorted coldly through his nose, "A bunch of little bastards, really no respect at all, hissing..."
Given his current injuries, even speaking made the wounds hurt a lot; his face, mouth, palms, buttocks, every part of his body hurt.
