Sophie looked up and subconsciously covered her mouth.
The man sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his gold-rimmed glasses had changed shape, there was a bruise on his cheek, and a trace of red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
The graceful demeanor he had just now was gone. His face showed a moment of astonishment at first, followed by inextricable shame and coldness. Those eyes made Zhao Dong want to be ripped alive on the spot.
"Mr. Ma, are you...are you okay?" Sophie shook off Zhao Dong and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
Mr. Ma stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and then looked over, "How dare you hit me?"
"I'm sorry, I thought you were a gangster who bullied Miss Su!" Zhao Dong said harshly.
If he hadn't suppressed his anger, it would have been more than just a punch. I'm afraid the arm would have been broken on the spot.
"Vulgar barbarian!" Mr. Ma stood still, snorting in mockery.
It wasn't that he was big, but he secretly compared the size difference between the two sides and suppressed the idea of taking action for the time being.
Whether you can win or not depends on one thing. Fighting with a small security guard in the street is really demeaning.
If he is willing, there are countless ways to kill this little security guard. There is no need to fight with such a little person in the street. Even if he wins, it will be disgraceful, and losing will be even more embarrassing.
Zhao Dong didn't have so many worries, and his momentum suddenly changed, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, "Can you try saying something again?"
Mr. Ma felt the tremendous pressure from Zhao Dong and looked timid. Fortunately, Sophie hurriedly came to the rescue, "Zhao Dong, you're not done yet, are you?"
Zhao Dong didn't know why, but the majestic momentum that was just like a mountain quickly collapsed in front of Sophie.
He turned his head in a sullen voice, wondering if he was afraid that you would suffer and I would fight against him?
It’s okay if you don’t appreciate it, but you still speak for outsiders?
Mr. Ma breathed a sigh of relief, but asked with a bit of a taste, "Mr. Su, do you know this kind of person?"
Zhao Dong glanced over with a cold gaze and clenched his fists, "What kind of person am I?"
Sophie felt a headache and shouted, "Zhao Dong, shut up!"
She really couldn't understand, what happened to Zhao Dong tonight? Did he take gun medicine?
Zhao Dong also couldn't understand why he couldn't control his anger when he met Sophie.
Sophie glared at Zhao Dong in warning, then turned around and said, "Mr. Ma, this is a bit of a misunderstanding..."
Mr. Ma interrupted abruptly, "There's no misunderstanding. It's too late. I should leave."
One was Mr. Ma who was polite and the other was calling him by his first name. The comparison between the two made him feel a little unbalanced.
When I thought about Sophie having such a good relationship with a community security guard, I suddenly felt a little shameless.
Sophie hurriedly chased after him, "Mr. Ma, listen to my explanation!"
"If you want to explain, let's wait until tomorrow's negotiation. I have to leave. If I don't leave, my personal safety will be a problem!" Mr. Ma didn't give Sophie a chance to open her mouth.
Seeing the Mercedes-Benz's taillights disappear in the night, Sophie felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.