Looking at the salted pig's hand coming over again, Zhao Tiezhu grabbed the man's hand.

The man looked up at Zhao Tiezhu shaking his head and pointed to Zhao Tiezhu after a half-day suspension in mid-air. "What are you doing, let me go, you know who I am..."

"I don't care who you are, my woman you dare to touch, is it a bit too deceptive?" Zhao Tiezhu asked, and then grabbed the man's hand more and more hard, the man in pain stood up directly, his face wrinkled together.

The waiters watching all smelled gunpowder, and it seemed that something would happen if they went on like this. As...