Zhao Weide didn't say a word and grabbed Zhao Qiang by the hair, kicking him down in front of Jiang Chuan.
"This is Mr. Jiang Chuan, President Qiu Qianyu's husband!"
"Jiang Chuan? So he is Jiang Chuan!"
Zhao Qiang did indeed know of Jiang Chuan. After all, Yanbei City is only so big, and Qiu Qianyu is a well-known ice goddess in the business circles, so there was so attention on her.
A month ago, when Qiu Qianyu got married quietly, many people knew about it.
Additionally, so curious individuals specifically investigated the identity of Qiu Qianyu's husband.
Of course, not everyone had the brain of Zhao Weide, and the information they found was completely different from what Zhao Weide had obtained.
They discovered that Jiang Chuan was nothing more than a young master from a declining family.
Powerless, without any job.
Such a person, isn't he a typical freeloader, a good-for-nothing?
"So he's the rumored good-for-nothing?"
What's so scary about a good-for-nothing? Why does my uncle seem so afraid of him?
Seeing his nephew still not understanding, Zhao Weide was both angry and anxious.
He was even more worried that Jiang Chuan might get angry because of this.
So he hurriedly kicked Zhao Qiang again, giving him another round of punches and kicks.
While reprimanding, "What do you know! Mr. Jiang is not soone you or I can afford to offend! You better apologize to Mr. Jiang imdiately!"
Zhao Qiang was beaten by Zhao Weide, rolling around on the ground, howling incessantly.
Although still confused, he understood one thing: his uncle, Zhao Weide, dare not provoke this good-for-nothing!
He was aware of his uncle's ruthlessness, too.
Therefore, Zhao Qiang lay on the ground, clutching his head, covered in bruises from his uncle, not daring to move.
Throughout the process, Jiang Chuan sat quietly on the sofa, calm and composed, as if watching a show.
Zhao Weide fell to his knees in front of Jiang Chuan, desperately slapping his own face.
"Mr. Jiang, I'm not sure how this unworthy child has offended you, but I apologize on his behalf. Please, Mr. Jiang, don't be angry!"
Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Chuan let out a cold laugh and said, "Apologize on his behalf? Zhao Weide, do you rember the words I said to you before?"
How could Zhao Weide forget the words spoken to him before?!
"If you ever dare to think about Qiu Qianyu again, I'll cripple your limbs first, then take your life! Take your life!"
The icy tone, the Death God-like gaze, had already been deeply engraved into Zhao Weide's bones.
Recalling these words, Zhao Weide imdiately shut up, shivering involuntarily!
So Zhao Weide didn't dare to say anything else, instead standing up, grabbing the hard mahogany chair beside him, and smashing it hard on Zhao Qiang's left leg with no restraint at all!
The crisp sound of bones cracking was like popcorn, easily breaking under the impact of the iron-like mahogany chair.
This pain from broken bones was entirely different from the earlier superficial injuries, making Zhao Qiang's suffering unbearable.
He scread in agony, rolling on the ground, continuously pleading for rcy.
But Zhao Weide didn't stop, continuing to lift the mahogany chair, striking repeatedly at Zhao Qiang's other leg and both arms.
Monts later, Zhao Qiang's limbs were all broken.
The intense pain had rendered his screams hoarse.
The unbearable agony made his body curl up into a prawn-like shape, trembling uncontrollably.
Nearby, the security guards standing by were all frozen, not daring to move even slightly.
At this mont, in their eyes, Zhao Weide seed like a violent tiger.
And Jiang Chuan, like a demon.
Everyone here knew of Zhao Weide's tyranny, but he indeed had the capability.
However, in front of Jiang Chuan, he could only take it out on his nephew.
This could only an that the man sitting on the sofa, his power far exceeded that of Zhao Weide.
If he wasn't a demon, what was he?
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