"You think hitting people is okay?!" the son of the old man in ward 205 repeated coldly.
"Fine, so hitting people is not okay, then why didn't you say that when he was hitting our bodyguard just now!"
As he spoke, he bellowed again, his gaze toward Zhao Tiezhu even more fierce.
"If that's the case, then I'll send you off to meet Yama!"
No sooner had the son of the old man in ward 205 finished speaking than he suddenly lifted a foot, and, being so sudden, the director was kicked and sent flying.
Whoosh, the director flew out and violently hit the wall.
Hitting the wall, the director felt like he couldn't catch his breath, couldn't speak, and couldn't move; it was as if he was being held down by a ghost, and he could only lie there, silently watching the events unfold.
It was at this time that Xiaoting came up from the side, stepping in front of Zhao Tiezhu.