His eyes were so scary and menacing that it made people feel as if they had encountered a wild beast.
This family was always bully and afraid of the strong, so they were so frightened by Jiang Zhihao's eyes that they didn't dare to act rashly.
Jiang Zhihao walked up to Zhong Jiawei and asked, "Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay..." Zhong Jiawei had never seen her husband look so scary. She was not afraid of Jiang Zhihao, but mainly because she was worried that beating him would cause other troubles.
The man who was kicked down got up from the ground at this moment, his face covered with dust. He glared at Jiang Zhihao fiercely, ignoring the blood marks and stains on his face, and cursed: "You are looking for death!"
As he said that, he was about to rush over, but Jiang Zhihao kicked him in the stomach without mercy.
This kick caused the opponent to kneel down on the ground, clutching his stomach, feeling extremely painful.
Jiang Zhihao put one end of the wooden stick on the other person's head and said coldly: "Apologise to my wife, or you will suffer a brain injury."
No one doubted that Jiang Zhihao's words were bluffing. These two kicks were so clean that it was not the first time.
However, the man was quite tough. He rubbed his neck and cursed: "If you have the ability, beat me to death, or I will call someone to kill you right away!"
Hearing his words, Jiang Zhihao took back the stick and sneered: "Then call someone."
"Just wait for me. If I don't kill you today, your surname will be Zhang!" The man on the ground took out his mobile phone and dialed: "Xiao Si, I was beaten. Call me right away. Come to me."
My sister’s clothing store! Yes, bring this guy with you and I’ll kill him today!”
Zhong Jiawei was shocked and quickly pulled him and said with a worried face: "Otherwise we call the police."
She could tell that this man was a bit of a gangster, and he might actually know a lot of people in society. If there was a fight, no matter how powerful Jiang Zhihao was, he would not be able to defeat him with just two fists.
But Jiang Zhihao patted the back of her hand and said calmly: "It's okay, just let him shout."
With that said, Jiang Zhihao took out his cell phone and dialed Tan Junda.
"Something happened. A gangster teased your sister-in-law and I beat him up. Now he wants to call someone. Well, if you don't call the police, it's the shop your sister-in-law rents."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhihao comforted Zhong Jiawei a few more words, then looked at the decoration workers and said, "You watch a woman being bullied but stay out of it, do you count as gentlemen?"
The decoration workers were stunned, not expecting that they would be involved.
One of them curled his lips and said: "We are here to decorate for you, not to help you fight. What does it have to do with us if your wife is molested?"
Jiang Zhihao looked at the other person, and after a while, he shook his head and said: "It's sad to be poor and have short ambitions."
The decorator's face turned red with anger, and he pointed at Jiang Zhihao and cursed: "Who are you talking about! I'm here to do the work, not to be upset. Try it again!"
The companion next to him quickly grabbed him and whispered: "Don't be like him, someone will deal with him soon."
"What the hell, you really think of yourself as a big shot! Do you think that opening a store is a big deal? People who don't know, would think that they are some big shots! They are just ordinary people, just pretending to be shit!" the decoration worker said still very dissatisfied.