Han Wenjing was thin and frail, clearly looking like a scholar with no physical strength.
With a slight push, Wang Li made him stagger.
At the same time, he said coldly, "So I've cut the line, what's it to you?"
Although Han Wenjing was afraid of Wang Li, he still argued with reason, "You cut in line and still talk about manners? Are you going to use violence next?"
Wang Li's eyes turned frosty, "You guessed right. If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to slap you today!"
Han Wenjing's stubbornness flared up at that moment.
He turned to the middle-aged man in front of him and the scenic area staff, saying, "Don't let him cut in line; I want to see if he dares to beat me to death in such a public place!"
Han Wenjing might have been a scholar, but he wasn't spineless.
He always stood up for issues .
Wang Li was also no ordinary person. His arrogant manner made it clear that he was indeed willing to resort to violence.
Without another word, Wang Li threw a punch straight at Han Wenjing.
Although the punch was aimed at Han Wenjing's shoulder, it was still strong enough to knock him to the ground.
Han Wenjing quickly got up and reached for his phone, intending to call the local security office.
But before he could make the call, Wang Li kicked at him.
This time, however, Wang Li wasn't able to kick Han Wenjing off his feet.
The many tourists around only saw Su Fan's foot lift lightly, and the burly Wang Li suddenly flew three meters away into a dark green trash bin.
The trash bin was very large, and even with Wang Li tumbling into it, the bin was far from full.
The few who had come with Wang Li, though startled by Su Fan's skill, still drew their regulated knives.
But before they could act, Wang Li, who had just been kicked into the trash bin by Su Fan, was already sweating profusely as he climbed out and then scurried over to Su Fan.
Wang Li swallowed hard and said with uncertainty, "Are you... Are you President Su?"
He had noticed Su Fan earlier, but as a minor character, he obviously had no interaction with Su Fan.
He had only seen Su Fan on TV during the inauguration ceremony at the Yang City Martial Arts Association headquarters.
Although he found Su Fan familiar, he didn't think the person in front of him was Su Fan.
It was not until Su Fan made a move that he was almost certain this man must be Su Fan.
He might have been humiliated and thrown into the trash bin just now.
But the force Su Fan used was clever, not brutal.
Otherwise, being kicked that far would be no different from being hit that far by a dump truck.
Right now his abdomen was in some pain, but it was nothing close to a severe injury.
This showed that Su Fan had shown mercy, or else he would have had to spend a month in the hospital.
Su Fan did not waste words with Wang Li, but looked at him and said, "Go and apologize to him."
Wang Li looked toward Han Wenjing, whom Su Fan was pointing at, didn't hesitate, and went over to bow and apologize repeatedly.
In Yang City, Wang Li was someone who knew a bit of martial arts, a small fish who bullied ordinary people.
Faced with a big shot like Su Fan, of course, he was subservient and obedient.
While Wang Li kept bowing and apologizing, Han Wenjing did not take advantage of the situation. Instead, he said angrily, "Don't cut in line in the future! I despise line cutters the most!"
After that, Han Wenjing turned to thank Su Fan, "Thank you, Mr. Su Fan."
"My name is Han Wenjing; I'm a doctoral student in the Medical Pharmacology department at Medical University, currently looking for a job. Does your company have any suitable positions for me?"
Su Fan hadn't expected that lending a small hand to someone would lead him to discover a talent.
A PhD, regardless of the field, is already considered a talent.
Han Wenjing, being a PhD in Medical Pharmacology, was even more the kind of talent Su Fan was looking for.