The roughneck turned around, only to see a scholar in white, running over with a stack of books in his arms.
The roughneck looked him up and down, then laughed scornfully, "Look at this world, even a poor scholar dares to meddle in my business?"
The scholar spoke seriously, "I'm He Tang. I don't know what wrong this old man did to offend you. We can talk it out, there's no need to resort to violence."
"Stop fussing with your fancy words!" The roughneck kicked him to the ground impatiently.
Books were scattered all over the place.
He Tang exclaimed anxiously, "My books!"
As he reached out to pick up the books, the roughneck stepped on them, restraining him.
"Want your books? Bow down to me, and I might forgive you this time." The roughneck spoke with a smirk.
Smack!
A palm firmly slapped on the face of the roughneck.
He looked up, stunned, to see a pretty young girl glaring at him.
"Who the hell are you?" He was cross, preparing to fight back.
