Zhao Youming had made it sound like a simple issue. However, his words had struck Zhao Yifei's softest spot.
Zhao Yifei's expression grew increasingly dark. In the end, he could no longer hold himself back. He rose up, raised his hand and was about to slap Zhao Youming.
Zhao Youming was already well-prepared for this. He moved his leg backward and dodged Zhao Yifei's forthcoming hand.
At the same time, he swiftly grabbed Zhao Yifei's wrist with his right hand. He seized Zhao Yifei's pulse point and squeezed down on it.
The familiar pain caused Zhao Yifei's expression to distort and he almost screamed.
Luckily, he still had some sense about him. He knew the person suppressing him and that once he screamed, many people would gather around them again.
