"Well, what a coincidence. I'm not a patient man, either…" Qiao Fei stood up slowly.
The old guy lunged at him, but before he could touch Qiao Fei's collar, Qiao Fei caught his neck with a tight grip.
"What… what do you think you are doing?"
"You can't see it?" Qiao Fei glanced at the old guy's face coldly.
"I'm going to call in my bodyguards…"
Before he could finish his words, Qiao Fei put the dog leash, which he had been playing with, around the old guy's neck and then pulled hard.
"Ah… Ahem…" Smith wanted to yell for help but couldn't get the sound out.
"I won't kill you; I'll just hang you here," said Qiao Fei.
He dragged Smith's big body into the wardrobe and pulled him up by grabbing the chain, hanging him on the rod.
He couldn't die but felt extremely painful and couldn't make a sound.
Instead of leaving, Qiao Fei dragged a chair over and sat in front of him.
