A face full of loathing, he firmly believed Xu Xiangbei was lying: "Who invited you here? Speak up."
Xu Xiangbei spoke the truth: "It was Liu Yuxing who invited me."
The security guards immediately burst into laughter, and Ma Zi jabbed Xu Xiangbei's chest repeatedly with the rubber baton.
With a look of disdain: "Liu Yuxing is a big star. He would invite you here? Stop dreaming. You're just trying to sneak in to get an autograph from a celebrity, aren't you? I've seen plenty of fans like you, don't play these tricks with me."
Xu Xiangbei let out a cold laugh, raised a hand, and the rubber baton was already in his hand. Under the tense and terrified expressions of the security guards, he casually tossed it at Ma Zi's feet.
The baton landed perfectly on Ma Zi's ankle, causing him to clutch his leg in pain and sit down heavily on the ground.
Xu Xiangbei coldly smiled: "Sorry for hitting you, I was just trying to return it."
"You brat did it on purpose, brothers, hit him!"
