Wen Suihan's brow furrowed slightly as he turned his head to look at Zhang Qian.
At this moment, nobody knew what Zhang Qian was thinking.
It wasn't long before Tan Weixiong came out of the hotel.
Tan Weixiong was a complete mess, his clothes askew, and the few sparse hairs on his head were all over the place, making him look even balder.
Approaching Wen Suihan and Zhang Qian with fear and trepidation, he even felt wronged.
Before he could open his mouth to speak, Zhang Qian lifted his long leg and kicked him a few meters away.
Tan Weixiong was ultimately no match for inertia, landing hard on his behind, the sharp pain in his tailbone making it impossible to straighten his back.
Yet he still said to Zhang Qian, "Zhang Qian, you motherfucker actually went so hard on me. What's the meaning of this?"
Zhang Qian's face turned terrifyingly dark.
He walked over to Tan Weixiong in a few steps and without saying a word, swung his fist at his face.
