"Woof! Buzzzzzz! Whoosh!" A muscular man with a black tank top, a crew cut, and a tattoo on his arm came out of the Aston Martin and smashed the driver's window of Qibing's cayenne, yelling,""Damn you, you little brat, don't you know how to show off with a bit of money? F * ck your grandfather, get out of the car!"
After returning to the Hidden House, Zhao Qibing didn't cause much trouble in the common world anymore. After all, he had to care about the hidden rules in the hidden world. He didn't want to talk to this man at first, but he didn't expect this man to scold his grandfather. Wasn't that scolding old Zhao? If he didn't do something, qikun would go back and complain to his father, and he'd be dead.
And so, Qibing opened the door, jumped out of the car, and kicked the man in the chest. The man flew out and spat out a mouthful of blood. He landed heavily on his sports car with a loud thud, and passed out.