Chapter 4509: Dying with a Sense of Rhythm

Hearing Director Li's low mutter, Zhao Desan was shocked. After a shiver, he let out a hum and looked at him with disdain. At first, Zhao Desan didn't intend to tear his face with Director Li; after all, he was just a puppet. Since both sides had torn their faces now, there was nothing more to say. Zhao Desan scolded angrily: "You surnamed Li, don't be so damn shameless! Going against me, are you blind!" As he spoke, Zhao Desan punched the office desk fiercely again. The teacup placed on the office desk was knocked over by Zhao Desan's slap, immediately rolled onto the table, made a crisp 'clack' sound, and shattered into countless pieces.

The atmosphere in the conference room became unusually calm. Ma Lan, who was sitting on the side, had never experienced such a thing. She hadn't expected a small police station director to challenge a superior leader like this. Seeing Zhao Desan's angry appearance, she had never seen Zhao Desan so angry before, and she was so scared she didn't say a word.

"You..." Seeing the teacup shattered all over the floor, Director Li was also angered for a moment. He pouted, but due to Zhao Desan's status, he didn't scold him out loud.

"You surnamed Li, daring to challenge me, I will make you die with a sense of rhythm!" Zhao Desan roared at Director Li, who was full of astonishment.

Director Li was scolded by Zhao Desan in front of so many people and was furious for a moment: "Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're a leader!" As he spoke, the fat on his face looked like a ball of dough being kneaded, shaking up and down.

Seeing Director Li's furious appearance, Zhao Desan smiled coldly, suddenly got up, grabbed his collar, pulled it hard, and said sternly: "Try shouting at me again, damn it?"

"Are you trying to hit someone?" Director Li was scared pale for a moment, his heart was a bit flustered, but on the surface, he still pretended to be staring back. "You have to make it clear that this is Shenglong Town. You are a public official of the government; hitting someone will have to pay a price!"

"Bullshit!" Zhao Desan spat angrily.

"You..." Seeing Zhao Desan's posture, Director Li felt that he didn't look like a dignified Deputy District Mayor at all; he was almost the same as a local ruffian like Zhang Meng.

"What about me?" Zhao Desan smiled coldly and evilly. "Who said I was going to hit you?"

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, Director Li was stunned. He hadn't expected Zhao Desan to say such things. Before he could figure out what he wanted to do, Zhao Desan pulled his collar hard, choking his fat neck, and said sternly: "But I didn't say I wouldn't choke your neck!"

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, Director Li couldn't help but be stunned. He hadn't expected Zhao Desan to actually do such a thing. His neck was choked by the shirt collar, making it hard to breathe, and his face immediately turned a deep red, like a smoked red-roasted pig head.

"Wuwuwu..." Director Li was choked and gasped for air. His fat hands wanted to move Zhao Desan's hand away, but he found that Zhao Desan's hand was tightly gripping his neck like iron pliers.

"Let go!" Director Li was already flushed, and it was hard for him to say a word after struggling.

Zhao Desan smiled coldly, pinched his nose with his right hand, and said: "How does it feel?"