Chapter 2002

"Who didn't zip up his pants and exposed you?" Chu Yang said coldly to the black-faced man.

The black-faced man didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, but after a few seconds, he realized it and his face was filled with anger.

He pointed at Chu Yang and said fiercely: "You are tired of living, aren't you? How dare you yandere to me!"

"Come on, come on!"

The black-faced man waved his hand and ordered the dozen or so strong men behind him to deal with Chu Yang.

Xu Yiren frowned slightly, but Chu Yang's expression became much more relaxed. He sat firmly in his seat, slapped a few times, and knocked away all the big men who came towards him.

Some people hit the wall, some were stuck on the door, and some were blown out of the window.

The black-faced man looked confused and froze on the spot for a moment.

who I am? where am I?

This is how the black-faced man felt in his heart at this time.

How could he have imagined that Chu Yang could be so powerful? He just raised his hand and slapped all his men away with a few slaps.

"What, you're confused? You don't know anything!" Chu Yang teased the black-faced man.

How could the black-faced man not be confused? He had never seen such a strong master before. In just a moment, all his men were beaten away. He originally came to threaten the opponent, but now he has become a clown.

"You...you..." The black-faced man was so nervous that he couldn't speak.

"I haven't seen it before," Chu Yang said coldly.

"Yes, I've never seen it, I really haven't seen it..." The black-faced man nodded quickly.

"You trash, you don't have much ability, but you often bully the weak. It's you people who I despise the most. You move forward." Chu Yang said to the black-faced man.

"I..." The black-faced man responded nervously, but did not dare to take half a step forward.

"Hurry up!" Chu Yang ordered coldly.

After all, the black-faced man couldn't resist Chu Yang's intimidation and took a small step forward.

"Big... boss, what are your orders..." The black-faced man's heart was in his throat.

"Kneel down!" Chu Yang scolded.

"I, big, boss, I kneel." The black-faced man knelt down.

"Slap yourself in the mouth." Chu Yang scolded again.

"I'll smoke, I'll smoke." The black-faced man slapped his face several times.

This black-faced man, who was so arrogant a few minutes ago, has now become a clown.

After the black-faced man finished slapping his face, Chu Yang said to the black-faced man again: "Who is your young master?"

The black-faced man hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Back to the boss, our young master is Cheng Feng."

Chu Yang frowned slightly and said, "Cheng Feng? I seem to have heard of this name."

Then, Chu Yang remembered.

He had just heard the name "Cheng Feng" not long ago from Ma Zhihua and Meng Haisheng. Cheng Feng was a rich second generation member of their "Ten Young Masters" group. He was older than Ma Zhihua and Meng Haisheng, and his family background was also higher. More prominent than Ma Zhihua and Meng Haisheng.

Chu Yang asked again: "He wants to come here to drink tea?"

The black-faced man nodded and said: "Yes, boss, I guess he is coming soon. He comes here to drink tea every Wednesday, and he often chooses this private room, so..."