Spend Money on Goddess, Use more! Gain more! Chapter 373 221: Liu Lili's Goddess Bestie (Part 4)

"What, did, you, say? If, you, dare, say, it, again!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Wei had already leapt forward in a flash. Zhang Quan didn't even see his movent clearly, only feeling his collar tighten as a massive force struck, lifting his sowhat plump body off the ground with one hand and pressing it against the nearby glass display cabinet!

The sensations of suffocation and weightlessness hit at the sa ti. Zhang Quan stared wide-eyed in terror at Wu Wei, whose eyes were burning with rage just inches away, feeling unprecedented fear. He wanted to struggle but found himself unable to move under that iron-claw-like grip.

"Help... Help! Soone's being hit! Call the police! Quick, call the police!" Zhang Quan scread shrilly in fright, his voice changing pitch.

The store's tranquility was completely shattered. Several store clerks were also startled, and though they thought Zhang Quan's insults were too vicious, if a fight broke out in the store, it would cause a big commotion. They quickly gathered around, trying to persuade him with a cacophony of voices: "Sir! Sir, please calm down!" "Don't be impulsive! Let's talk it over!" "This is a public place, please let him go!"

Xia An also covered her mouth, a hint of shock flickering in her eyes.

Wu Wei's chest rose and fell intensely as he looked at Zhang Quan's fat face distorted by fear, really wanting to punch him. But the remaining rationality within him told him that acting here, regardless of being right or wrong, would cause trouble and affect his future plans.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the almost erupting fury, and slowly let go of his hand.

Zhang Quan fell to the ground with a "thud," clutching his neck as he gasped for air, his face devoid of color.

Wu Wei looked down at him, bent over, and lightly patted Zhang Quan's greasy face twice with his right hand. The action carried an extre sense of insult and warning.

"Zhang Quan," Wu Wei's voice was low but each word was clear, striking Zhang Quan's heart, "Rember what you said today. You will regret it. I guarantee it."

Zhang Quan sat weakly on the ground, still in shock, but hearing Wu Wei's threat, and seeing that the store clerks and Xia An were present, he felt humiliated, a surge of anger rising as he stubbornly said, "Re...regret? I'll wait... I'll see what a nouveau riche like you can do to make regret it!"

Wu Wei decided not to waste any more words on him. There was no use in arguing with soone who'd completely torn down their facades and lacked any boundaries. He straightened up, adjusted the slightly disheveled collar of his coat due to the earlier movent, and his face returned to an icy calm.

He turned, walked to the counter, picked up the Bulgari gift bag containing a 3.18 million bracelet, and no longer looked at Zhang Quan on the ground or anyone around him. He strode steadily toward the store's exit.

Xia An watched Wu Wei's tall and resolute back, glanced again at Zhang Quan, who was in a sorry state on the ground, looking spiteful yet outwardly strong but inwardly weak, and without much hesitation, she quickly adjusted her expression, gave Zhang Quan a perfunctory and polite smile, and said in a light tone, "Thank you, President Zhang, for the al today. I have so matters to attend to, so I'll leave first. Let's arrange to et another day."

After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Quan to react, she quickly moved, running in the direction Wu Wei had left.

"An'an! Xia An!" Zhang Quan called out twice angrily behind her.

Xia An rely turned her head back, waved goodbye to him with that enchanting yet indifferent smile, then quickened her steps, disappearing at the store entrance.

Leaving Zhang Quan alone on the ground, facing the complicated (sympathy? disdain? spectatorship?) gazes of the store clerks, feeling an unprecedented sense of failure and humiliation. While Wu Wei's last words "you will regret it" lingered like a curse, beginning to spin in his mind.