Chapter 12: Reap What You Sow_1
"Are you threatening me?"
Mo Han's eyes narrowed as he looked at Wang Mengyao, his voice extremely cold.
Since Wang Mengyao did not care about the fellowship of classmates, he naturally would not show her any courtesy.
Feeling Mo Han's icy stare, Wang Mengyao got goosebumps all over—she felt like prey under the gaze of a hunter, with Mo Han holding the hunting rifle.
But the more she felt this way, the less Wang Mengyao could accept it.
How could this damned loser, who was under my feet just yesterday, turn the tables today?
Not only was her boyfriend, Brother Peng, who had practiced Sanshou for a few years, not his opponent, but even hooligans like Ah Gui, who had mixed with the underground forces for years, were knocked to the ground, powerless to fight back...
But so what if he can fight!
This is no longer the violent society of the past, where even if you can fight, without money and connections, you can only serve as a guard dog for the rich!
With this in mind, Wang Mengyao declared in a condescending tone, "That's right, I am threatening you!"
"Do you know who Brother Peng is? Do you know how much Kunpeng Group is worth? A whole seventy billion!"