Especially the first few identities stunned Wan Zhengxin.
Prada, Ferrari...
Earlier, he had talked tough, saying he wanted to see which "immortal" dared to touch his car.
Unexpectedly, he really encountered an "immortal."
This long list of identities was too shocking!
A layer of cold sweat appeared on Wan Zhengxin's forehead, and chills ran down his back.
Contrary to what everyone imagined, it wasn't Chu Chen who thought he was finished this time; it was Wan Zhengxin.
Recalling his earlier arrogance and disregard, Wan Zhengxin's legs couldn't help but tremble.
Was he really so disrespectful to such a big shot?!
Wasn't this courting death?
Wan Zhengxin felt like crying without tears; he had never thought such a big shot would appear in this mid-range neighborhood.
Moreover, this big shot was so young; it defied common sense.
"Wan Zong, Wan Zong...?"
