C715 Those Who Insult Others will be Humiliated
"Manager Liu, how are you? Are you hurt? "
A group of men and women came forward, and the general quickly helped the man up. All of them looked concerned, and a few young interns even brought hot water with flattering expressions. They asked about the warmth like lackeys.
Although everyone had long disliked this pair of father and son's arrogance and despotism, they had no choice but to lower their heads under the roof. Liu Qing was a popular man in front of the Maple Flourishing's boss, and he also grasped the company's most crucial production technology. They absolutely could not afford to offend him.
It was said that there were new people who just entered the company every year. They offended Manager Liu, and they were scolded to pack up and leave. There was even a time when President Song personally pleaded for mercy, but it was also not good.
It was enough to see how arrogant the general manager of the technical department was.
"Get out of my way!"
In front of so many subordinates, he was sent flying for no reason. The technical manager was so angry that his face turned red. He wished he could slap this little brat who embarrassed him to death.
Manager Liu stepped on his pair of imported Italian leather shoes and angrily came in front of Meng Ran. He was about to get angry, but when he saw his precious son's expression, he was stunned.
Scared? Why would Vast Universe be afraid of such a stinky brat?
Liu Qing was extremely familiar with this son of his. Ever since he started practicing martial arts in Central Emperor Martial Arts Academy, this son of his had never been afraid of anyone. With the martial arts, even those martial arts coaches were no match for his son. How could he be afraid of such a young boy?
But at this moment, Liu Haoyu was really scared silly. He kept trembling, and his lower body had lost control.
"Son, you..."
Liu Haoyu couldn't care less about his father. He kept begging for mercy from Meng Ran.
"Grandmaster Meng, I was wrong. Please spare my life! I really know I was wrong!"
Under the disbelieving eyes, the Martial Arts Academy's Tiangang kept apologizing and begging for mercy to Meng Ran. He no longer had the arrogant look he had before.
Manager Liu was stunned, the beautiful receptionist was stunned, and all the white-collar workers in the office were stunned.
The beautiful Zhao Lan'er's pink lips were wide open, as if she had seen an alien.
Everyone wanted to ask, why? Why did this normally arrogant and domineering Liu Haoyu become so afraid after seeing this young man?
This didn't make sense at all!
"Ran, this..."
Bookworm and Zhang Tao also sneaked in. Being stared at by so many people, they could not even speak properly.
Meng Ran, however, turned his head around. He said to Zhang Tao in a serious manner, "Zhang, you must always remember that those who insult others will always be humiliated."
After saying that, Meng Ran slightly exerted force in his palm. Along with a clear sound of bone cracking, the entire wrist bone of this Martial Arts Academy's Tiangang was instantly shattered!
"Ah! My hand!"
Before everyone could react, Liu Haoyu's heart-wrenching scream had already resounded throughout the entire office hall.
"Vast Universe!?" Manager Liu turned pale with fright and immediately rushed forward.
Ding!
At this moment, a melodious elevator bell rang. Following the opening of the elevator door, several figures walked out one after another.
The leader was an extremely obese middle-aged woman. She had a professional smile on her face and was enthusiastically chatting with an old man who looked like a professor.
"Hello, manager He!"
When everyone saw the person who had come, they hurriedly bowed and greeted him. This was the general manager of the sales department, ms. He Jie, and also Liu Haoyu's mother!2
He Jie, who was just enthusiastically chatting with the professor, saw her precious crying son and her expression immediately changed. She hurriedly rushed forward.
"Son, how are you!?"
"Mom, my hand... My hand is crippled!" Liu Haoyu screamed.
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