In front of the Dinghao Hotel.
Shen Qiang, with Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong carrying their hands behind their backs, had just stepped out when the door of the sports car parked on the roadside swung open, and soon, Shen Qiang saw dozens of young men loitering on the street corner following him.
"Shen, you bastard!" Pei Zhengyi, with an icy expression, walked over grinding his teeth, and stared at Shen Qiang, "Hand over all the video files, then bow your head and apologize to me with all due respect. Let me slap you a few times, and we'll call it even."
The demand amused Shen Qiang, "Still dreaming? Do you need more sleep?"
Pei Zhengyi got furious, "Shen Qiang, don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'm going to count to three, 3…"
Slap!
Shen Qiang raised his hand and gave Pei Zhengyi a direct slap, staggering him.
