How could Yang Ming let some bastard take advantage of Sun Jie? Although his own words were to let Sun Jie stay if someone dared to touch her, would he be serious?
Yang Ming grabbed a fork from the arrangement of cutlery on the table and nailed the young man's hand directly to the table. The cafe was a type of western restaurant that had forks in the bundle of cutlery. Although Yang Ming didn't have any food that was eaten with a fork, each set was packaged, and the fork was included even if it wasn't used.
"Damn!" The young man in the basketball jersey cursed in pain, and his eyes almost popped out. As he looked at his bloody palm he shouted in pain, "You f*cking dare to stab me. Don't you know who I am?"
"Stabbing you is already considered light punishment." Yang Ming said indifferently, "You got me soaked in water. You were being quite capable!"
"You don't know who my grandfather is?" said the young man in the basketball jersey.
