Xuancheng, at the entrance of the Su family villa.
Cousin Su Wanqing stepped on high heels and kicked Jiang Chen to the ground: "A poor relative from the mountains, is he worthy of standing and talking to me?"
She turned to the rich young man behind her, Jiang Tianhao, and smiled charmingly: "Young Master Jiang, how about letting him kneel down and imitate the barking of a dog?"
Jiang Tianhao crossed his legs and smashed the red wine glass in front of Jiang Chen: "That sounds nice, I'll spare your leg today."
The whole Su family burst into laughter, everyone was waiting to see this poor boy's joke.
No one noticed that a fleet of black Bentleys was quietly parked outside the door.
No one even noticed that Jiang Zhenshan, Jiang Tianhao's father who had all the power in Jiangcheng and was known as the Iron-fisted King of Hell, was stumbling into the courtyard——
"Plop" sound.
Jiang Zhenshan knelt down neatly, his forehead touching the ground, and his whole body was trembling.
"Your Excellency, the Medical Immortal of Guigu... I beg you to spare my life!"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Su Wanqing's smile froze on her face.
The red wine glass in Jiang Tianhao's hand shattered on the floor.
Jiang Chen stood up slowly, patted the dust on his knees, looked down at the big guys kneeling on the ground, and said calmly:
"Who asked me to kneel just now? - Say it again."
