Wei Zixian went in hard; those kicks damn near did Sun Quanbin in. Sun Quanbin clutched his stomach, his body curled up like a shrimp, rolling on the ground with a look of intense pain on his face.
"President Wei, we're good here, right?"
one of the big guys asked.
"We're good."
Wei Zixian walked to his car, took out his briefcase, pulled out a wad of banknotes from it, and handed it to that big guy.
"Thanks for the hard work, brothers. You can head back."
"Alright, alright."
The few big guys took the money, got in their car, and left.
"Sun Quanbin, you'd better remember this. If you dare mess with me again, I'll beat you into a cripple!"
"Wei Zixian, fuck your grandma!"
Sun Quanbin struggled to stand up, but Wei Zixian kicked him back down. He grabbed onto Wei Zixian's leg and wouldn't let him leave.
