"Master EightyK..."
Sheng Jian was helped to his feet, his face bruised and swollen. Gone was the domineering aura he used to carry as the infamous EightyK Sheng.
Zhuang Ling hurriedly pulled Ye Nanshen away, his arms around Ye Nanshen's waist, and said, "Master Shen, what are you doing here, throwing punches?"
Zhuang Ling had just stepped out to answer a phone call and returned to find Ye Nanshen missing. Zhuang Ling was scared half to death. When Zhuang Ling finally found Ye Nanshen, he almost had a heart attack because Ye Nanshen had just pummeled the so-called Gemstone King, Master EightyK Sheng.
'Oh dear, why couldn't it have been me instead? Boo-hoo.' Zhuang Ling thought.
Ye Nanshen pushed Zhuang Ling aside and adjusted his sleeves, saying, "Zhuang Ling, this man intruded into our room. Show him out."
Zhuang Ling felt like dying at that moment. He said, "Master Shen, this is not our room. Ours is next door…"
