"Get it straight."
Gao Yang pulled a chair over and sat down opposite Mr. Lavagani, then said sincerely, "Please, get it straight, who do you think you are? And who do you think I am?"
Mr. Lavagani looked very angry, but not particularly scared. After all, anyone sent here to this godforsaken, war-torn place in Yemen is certainly not a naive pushover.
Mr. Lavagani stood up in anger, but just as his butt left the chair, Glewatov slammed a heavy fist onto his collarbone.
"Ah!"
Screaming in pain, Mr. Lavagani sat back down on the chair.
"Next time, there won't be a warning. If you move again, I'll break your leg."
Glewatov said coldly and then remained silent. Mr. Lavagani dared not stand up again; he glared at Gao Yang and shouted, "You dare hit me?"
Gao Yang wiped his hand, hesitating a little, but Glewatov didn't react at all.
So Gao Yang had no choice but to act himself.
Anyway, a few more hits won't make much difference, right?
