Jiang Chengsi glanced, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth:
"Geng Dong, you want a race, I played with you, what more do you want? Don't forget, this isn't your club, if you're going to act tough, you're in the wrong place, aren't you?"
"Just because your family has some petty cash, and people in the circle think you're great, flattering you, you really think you're something?"
"In my place, you're at best an appetizer, with this level, not even considered a main course, what are you strutting around for?"
Geng Dong's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, clenching his fists, he glared at him, rather fiercely.
He stepped forward two steps, directly heading towards Jiang Chengsi.
Everyone knew he had a fiery temper, afraid he might get into a physical altercation with Jiang Chengsi and hurt him, his companions hurried to stop him.
