"Do I have to have a reason to hit you?"
Wang Kun swung his right hand, trying to break free, but the pale-faced, distracted-looking youth gripping his hand was incredibly strong, like a pair of iron tongs, and Wang Kun couldn't break free.
"Evil Sect."
Wang Kun raised his other hand, preparing to give him a hefty slap.
Just as his hand reached mid-air, the youth quickly grabbed it with his other hand.
"Dare to hit me, you deserve to be hit."
The youth slapped Wang Kun twice on the face, knocking him to the ground, and even two of his front teeth flew out.
"You two, come here and take this guy down," Wang Kun ordered.
Seeing this, the two muscular men holding Xia Youcai suddenly pulled out two small knives and walked toward the young man.
Seeing the small knives in their hands, the young man instinctively shouted, "Don't come any closer."
Looking at the fear on the young man's face, the muscular men sneered coldly and stabbed at him.
