Hearing Li Chen's limitless bragging, Du Meng's face turned iron blue. Enraged to the point of amusement, he squeezed out three words, seething with murderous intent, from his clenched teeth.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"Today, I want to see what you, a greenhorn who hasn't even grown a full set of hairs, can offer to make me, Du Meng, repent in hell."
After speaking, he waved his hand at the black-clad bodyguards beside him and barked out an order furiously.
"Trash this kid. I want to see if he dares to be arrogant in front of me again."
Upon hearing Du Meng's order, several bodyguards exchanged glances. It was as if they were using their eyes to discuss—who would take out this kid?
They were either ex-servicemen or martial artists. In street brawls, each of them was capable of taking on ten men. Now bullying a high school student still wet behind the ears, if word got out, it would look rather unseemly.
