On the street, Ning Fan trampled Di Baitian underfoot, his shoe grinding heavily against Di Baitian's face. The look on Di Baitian's face was one of pain and utter humiliation.
Ning Fan was set on grinding this man's arrogance to dust.
"I don't need someone who won't listen. Don't think too highly of yourself, understand your place right now," Ning Fan said.
In Ning Fan's eyes, although Di Baitian was quite capable, what of it?
If he wouldn't fall in line, if he couldn't be of use and would only make things worse, Ning Fan wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
Seeing how Di Baitian dealt with Ouyang Feifei just now, Ning Fan had already harbored the intention to kill the man.
Di Baitian clenched his teeth, saying nothing, his eyes filled with humiliation.
"Do you want to die?"
Ning Fan asked icily, and Di Baitian shifted his gaze to meet Ning Fan's exceptionally cold eyes, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and was suddenly stunned.
