Zhao Ping'an's expression turned cold as he said sternly, "Watch your words!"
"Watch them? Why should I!" Mister Lin San sneered, "On the contrary, it's you who should really watch what you say. Given your status, talking to me with that tone, do you know what the consequences would be?"
"I don't need to know!" Zhao Ping'an replied directly.
"But, I insist on letting you know!" Mister Lin San suddenly swung his hand, sending a palm strike through the air, "Talking like that is asking for a slap!"
Mister Lin San was not weak in strength, although he was still seven or eight meters away from Zhao Ping'an. However, the force of the palm strike from the air rushed towards him swiftly.
Usually, when he dealt with others, he would strike them across the face with such an airborne slap, achieving a punitive effect and also impressing onlookers with his extraordinary methods, thereby earning their awe.
