Zhao Yi strode over, took out his lighter, struck in front of An Wei, and said, "Brother An, it's my fault today. Please do me a favor and I will make it up to you. I will teach you a lesson about this good-for-nothing."
Hearing this, An Wei did not put the cigarette in his hand into his mouth, but gently shook his head. He glanced at Zachary and said to Zhao Yi, "Brother Zhao, I know you are a person, but today, it's really too much. Moreover, I can't make the decision on this matter. Let my boss make the decision."
"Your boss?" Zhao Yi's eyes changed and fell on Zachary. He walked over and asked, "May I know your name?"
"Zachary!" Zachary said faintly. His eyes swept over the man named Zhao Yi. Although he did not make any moves, Zachary could clearly feel that Zhao Yi
