Spend Money on Goddess, Use more! Gain more! Chapter 328 - 208: Detailed Information on the Dance Teacher

It’s all because of this guy!

Not only did it ruin his ticulously planned blind date, now he even dares to stop him!

"It’s all because of you!"

Zhao Zhili let out a low growl, clenched his other hand into a fist, and recklessly swung it towards Wu Wei’s face!

Wu Wei reacted extrely quickly, raising his other hand like lightning and precisely catching Zhao Zhili’s swinging fist.

Then, with both hands, he squeezed tightly!

"Ugh ah—!"

Zhao Zhili instantly felt like his wrist and fist were caught in a vise, the intense pain causing him to involuntarily let out a muffled groan, and the pain made him stand on tiptoe.

He stared at Wu Wei in horror, shocked: Is this guy a brute? How can he have this much strength?!

Wu Wei looked down at his pain-twisted face with an icy and oppressive tone: "Want to fight?"

He curled his lips into a mocking arc, "Do you think you can beat ? Huh?"

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, but his words cut like a knife into Zhao Zhili’s heart: "Also, I own a hot pot restaurant, I’m my own boss, and I have plenty of ti. What about you? You’re a deputy professor at Qilu Normal University, right? What do you think will happen if your school finds out that Professor Zhao got into a fight outside? Huh?"

Zhao Zhili was sweating from the pain and didn’t dare to shout and attract more onlookers, feeling a chill in his heart at Wu Wei’s words.

Yes, he’s a university lecturer, image is important!

If things escalate and reach the school... the consequences are unimaginable!

Thinking of this, an imnse fear instantly overshadowed the pain and anger.

He put on a pleading face, softly and painfully begged: "Bro... I was wrong! Let go..."

Wu Wei looked at his forrly arrogant but now humble and miserable appearance, sneered inwardly, then slowly let go of his hand.

Zhao Zhili felt like he had received an amnesty, hurriedly stepped back two steps, rubbing his red and aching wrist and fist vigorously, filled with fear and dread as he looked at Wu Wei, avoiding eye contact.

He knew that this young man before him was definitely soone he couldn’t afford to provoke.

Wu Wei adjusted the cuff of his coat as if he had just brushed off so dust.

He looked at the still shaken Zhao Zhili and, in a calm tone, left a sentence: "Professor Zhao, with such energy, you should go back to focus on how to teach and educate people. Don’t waste your ti on nonsense."

After saying this, he no longer looked at him, turned around and walked towards He Xinzhu, who had already taken a few steps forward and was looking back with slight concern.

Zhao Zhili lowered his head, filled with humiliation and unwillingness, but more so a sense of powerlessness.

He secretly raised his eyes, wanting to take a last look at He Xinzhu, but his gaze involuntarily followed Wu Wei’s figure.

He saw Wu Wei walk to the roadside, lightly press the car key in his hand.

"Beep beep." The crisp unlocking sound rang out.

Not far away, a sleek and elegant Porsche Panara, its paint glistening under the street lights, had its lights elegantly flash twice.

Zhao Zhili looked at that Panara, which was particularly eye-catching even in a city full of luxury cars, then looked at his own rcedes E-Class parked across the street, which now seed plain and unremarkable, and the last bit of defiance and comparison in his eyes deflated like a punctured balloon, leaving only a sobering and cold self-awareness. The gap wasn’t just in the earlier confrontation and strength...

He Xinzhu got into the front passenger seat and closed the door.

Wu Wei also went around to the driver’s seat and skillfully started the car.

The Panara emitted a deep and pleasant roar, smoothly rged into traffic, soon disappearing around the corner.