The youths continued to hurl insults; it seemed that if Young Master Wei hadn't been there, they would have immediately ganged up and beaten Su Yang up.
Su Yang, however, remained calm. Once everyone quieted down, he spoke with a faint smile, "Young Master Wei, are you implying that I haven't competed fairly with Lin Dong, and that Lin Dong's loss is entirely due to my cunning tricks?"
"What do you think?" Young Master Wei retorted.
"Hahaha..." Su Yang laughed heartily, proclaiming loudly, "I think what you're saying is complete bullshit!"
"What did you say!"
"Damn, how dare you speak to Young Master Wei like that!"
"Have the guts to say that again!"
The crowd immediately erupted in angry shouts, filled with righteous indignation, ready to raise their fists right there and then.
Young Master Wei's face turned icy as he said coldly, "You'll have to pay a price for those words!"
"Price?" Su Yang sneered, "What price? You can fart around here, and I can't even talk about it?"
