The Unknown God of War

Chapter 110

"Yeah, we did it! So what?"

Just as Liu Xuecheng was wracking his brains for an appropriate answer, Han Li loudly and proudly admitted their mistake. He was just about ready to cough up blood from the stupidity of this woman and slap her to death. “It's that bastard's fault for being too blind to stay out of my way, so he brought this onto himself.” Han Li took Liu Xuecheng's arm with a look of disdain.

Heather nodded. "It's good that you admitted this."

“So what if I did? Don't think I'll be afraid of you just because you got rid of Wang Wei! He may be your dog, but we're not. You dare touch a single strand of our hair? Do you even know who we are?” Han Li gloated arrogantly. A woman like her was so used to flaunting what little power she had that she had become narrow-minded. She couldn't understand the fact that there were others who were more powerful than her because she had only lived in her own bubble.

Heather seemed amused and asked, "Who are you, then?"

Liu Xuecheng desperately signaled for Han Li to stop as he could already feel his limbs turn cold and his scalp go numb. Sadly, Han Li hollered with a sense of entitlement, "My husband is the Director of the Jiangling Cultural Center, a deputy office-level manager. We could easily crush small fry like you with a single hit.”

Heather’s lips curved upwards in a pitiful smile when she glanced at Han Li, “You’re right. I can crush small fry like you with a single hit.” With that, she smiled coldly before she raised her palm and brought it down on Han Li’s arrogant, entitled face with two loud smacks. She had slapped Han Li with so much force that the latter stumbled to the ground and nearly fell over.

Liu Xuecheng hastily helped her up with a grim expression as Han Li nursed the fresh handprint on her cheek. Her hair was messed up, and a look of indignant disbelief crossed her face. As the respected wife of a director, she was used to ordering people around. How could she stand for such humiliation?

“You b*tch! How dare you slap me? I’ll get you!” Han Li shook off Liu Xuecheng’s arm in frustration and charged toward Heather.

“What an ignorant fool.” Heather raised an eyebrow and slapped Han Li twice again to the point of drawing blood from her lips and cheek.

“You—”

“Not only would I hit you, I would kill you if I wanted to. Care to try?” Heather raised her eyebrow again and sneered at Han Li. Several bodyguards clothed in black, who were standing behind her, immediately drew their black handguns and fired at Han Li’s feet, sending up dust with the ricocheting of bullets. Han Li was nearly scared to death with this display and scuttled behind Liu Xuecheng, finally tamed.

The crowd was overcome with shock and fear. These guns were very much the real, deadly weapon!

“I’m sorry, Miss Heather. I’m sorry.” Liu Xuecheng walked over to apologize with his head hung low and his face pale. He had finally witnessed the might of these wealthy barons, and he was no match for them as a measly director of the Jiangling Cultural Center. He couldn’t imagine the power or the background Chu Feng had to make Heather kill for him, so he had no choice but to submit.

"We're at fault. Please accept our apology and forgive us!"

Han Li was already scared to death, so she immediately followed suit and apologized, “I-I’m so sorry.”

Heather suddenly felt bored. Where did these small fry get the guts to challenge Lord Ashura’s authority like this? In the West, they would have been turned to mincemeat for the fishes long ago. “Let this be a warning: If this happens again, you’ll be getting more than just a few slaps.” Heather gave Han Li a pointed look, making the latter tremble with fear. Other than fear, her eyes showed a hint of humiliation and indignation.

Liu Xuecheng released a huge sigh of relief and forced a smile on his pale face. “Yes, of course.”

“Your name is Liu Xuecheng?” Heather glanced at him. “I hope you live up to your namesake and actually learn something from this, to keep your family fed with true merit,” she said sagely.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.