"Yes, that's what I think. Otherwise, come and hit me." Tang Xiaobao said.

Wang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know who the president of our Fengyun Club is? You keep saying you look down on our Fengyun Club, but do you know who you've offended?"

"I don't know. Who is it? Call it over and let me take a look."

Tang Xiaobao blinked.

Wang Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly, pointing at Tang Xiaobao and clicking his fingers: "Okay, okay, very good, you are asking for trouble. I will call our president right now, just wait and see."

"Call now! If you don't put your finger down, I'll turn you into a nine-fingered beggar."

Tang Xiaobao said with a smile.

Wang Zhiyuan was now so angry that he didn't even retract his hand. Instead, he yelled, "You're courting death! Just wait...ah!"

As he was speaking, Wang Zhiyuan suddenly screamed.

He only felt a flash before his eyes, and then a sharp pain came from his fingers.

Tang Xiaobao has returned to his original position, and he still seems to have not moved.

However, Wang Zhiyuan's finger was really broken.

He became the Nine-Fingered Beggar...

"I told you, if you don't take your finger back, I won't be polite. You asked for this, so you can't blame me."

"You, you dare to hit me!"

"If I were you, I'd call for help right away. It's obvious that you're not worthy of my attention yet, so why bother making things difficult for yourself?"

Wang Zhiyuan really didn't dare to say anything more.

With sweat on his forehead, he started making a phone call.

Soon, he hung up the phone, a relieved smile on his face: "Wait, our president will be here soon, you will have something to cry about later."