Chapter 6812
My dad knelt down to someone?
Ma Zhenxiong suddenly realized what was happening, and his body froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Yes!
The root of it all lies with Mr. Xiao, the young man who was insulted by his daughter, attacked by his bodyguards, and threatened with the destruction of his entire family.
He then realized how foolish and ignorant he had been, having offended such a powerful figure whom even Liu Jianming had to respect.
Asking Liu Jianming is no longer of any use!
He knew perfectly well that once Liu Jianming had made his decision, he would never change it easily.
Now, the only slim hope is to obtain the forgiveness of this mysterious "Mr. Xiao".
He slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with despair and pleading, and looked at Xiao Chen standing to the side, as if he had seen a faint glimmer of light in the darkness. Although the light was so faint, he still rushed towards it without hesitation.
Overwhelming fear surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Ma Zhenxiong. His survival instinct, like an invisible rope, clung to him, driving him to desperately grasp even the slightest glimmer of hope.
Driven by this powerful force, he almost lost all his dignity and self-respect as a human being. He quickly turned around and, in the most humble and wretched state he had ever been, scrambled and crawled toward Xiao Chen.
The movement was so urgent and frantic, as if countless ferocious beasts were chasing after him.
After rushing up to Xiao Chen, he didn't even dare to look Xiao Chen in the eye, for that gaze might have contained endless majesty and anger, something he absolutely dared not look directly into at that moment.
He could only press his forehead firmly against the cold marble floor. The chill of the marble penetrated his skin and pierced his bones, but it was nothing compared to the fear in his heart.
His body trembled violently from extreme fear and despair, like a withered leaf shivering in a gale, ready to be blown to pieces at any moment.
His voice was hoarse and distorted, as if it had been sanded, filled with sobs and indescribable regret, pouring out like a flood: "Mr. Xiao!"
Mr. Xiao!
It was I, Ma Zhenxiong, who was blind and failed to recognize such an important person as you!
It is my fault, Ma Zhenxiong, for failing to raise my daughter properly, resulting in such an arrogant and ignorant brat!
My daughter and I are like two blind, mad dogs barking wildly in front of someone as esteemed as you, offending you!
I'm sorry to have offended you!
Please!
Please, have mercy on us! We are a great man, please forgive us this time!
We deserve to die! We deserve to die a thousand deaths!
We'll kowtow to you and apologize, even if it means our heads are bleeding, we'll do anything to beg for your forgiveness!
Please, please, give me a way out!
He cried out in tears, and then he really banged his forehead heavily on the ground.
The sound was particularly loud in the quiet jewelry store, like a death knell tolling by fate.
After a few moments, his forehead was covered in bruises and swelling, with blood slowly seeping out and flowing down his cheeks, mixing with his tears, making him look particularly pitiful.
Liu Jianming's chilling words, "permanent blacklist," still echoed in the air, like a sharp blade cutting into Ma Zhenxiong's heart; while the dull thud of Ma Zhenxiong's forehead hitting the ground was like his desperate cry, shaking the hearts of everyone present.
The sound echoed endlessly in the deathly silent jewelry store, as if it would never stop.
Ma Mengmeng and her best friend Zhang Qian were completely petrified, as if their souls had been instantly ripped out.
Their eyes widened, their mouths agape, their gazes filled with shock and disbelief. Ma Zhenxiong, a prominent figure in the ancient city, worth hundreds of millions, usually surrounded by a retinue and treated like a local tyrant, was now begging for mercy, kowtowing repeatedly to a seemingly ordinary young man dressed in black cloth!
That posture, that humility, let alone dignity, it was as if "please spare my life" was engraved on its forehead!
They felt their worldview completely collapse at that moment, as if they were in an absurd dream, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.
From birth, Ma Mengmeng was like a flower carefully nurtured in a greenhouse, a princess cherished and treasured by her family.
In her world, there is nothing she cannot get if she wants it; there is nothing she cannot do if she wants to do it.
She was powerful and ruthless, and everyone around her flattered and fawned over her.
She had never seen her father in such a lowly and wretched state.
Normally, her father is always imposing and arrogant in front of her, a powerful support who can shield her from the wind and rain and solve all her problems.
But at this moment, her father was like a lowly ant, kowtowing and begging for mercy to a young man dressed in black cloth. His posture and expression made her feel extremely unfamiliar and humiliated.
This is simply worse than killing her!
A surge of anger, confusion, and lingering arrogance, like raging volcanic lava, rushed to her head and instantly burned away all her reason.
She forgot the desperate situation her father had just faced, forgot Liu Jianming's murderous gaze, forgot the suffocating tension around her, and only felt a burning anger in her heart that needed to be vented.
Her eyes widened, her face flushed, and she screamed, "Dad!"
Are you crazy!
What are you doing?!
Isn't he just a poor guy who knows how to get things done?
Our Ma family is a prominent family in the ancient city. When have we ever suffered such humiliation?
Why are you kneeling and kowtowing to him? We…
"Snapped--!!!"
A slap that was louder and more vicious than the one she had given the landlady earlier exploded across her face like a thunderclap!
The sound echoed in the silent jewelry store, as if it were fate mocking her ignorance.
Ma Zhenxiong, the man who had just been kowtowing and begging for mercy, suddenly unleashed astonishing speed and power.
His eyes were filled with fear, anger, and a ruthless urgency to distance himself—a kind of madness born of a desperate will to survive in dire circumstances.
He slapped his own daughter hard across the face with all his might!
This slap was filled with his anger at his daughter's ignorance and recklessness, his fear of offending a powerful figure, and his eagerness to show Xiao Chen his attitude by punishing his daughter.
The force was far beyond anyone's imagination!
Ma Mengmeng felt an irresistible force coming at her, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her face.
Like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying by that violent slap! (End of Chapter)