Though Li San was a servant, he was a servant of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which set him apart from other servants.
Moreover, accustomed to wielding power with Li Yu, he wouldn't even yield to minor noble offspring, daring to lift a hand against them.
"Teach him a lesson."
Li Yu spoke nonchalantly, feeling displeased by Chu Yuan's demeanor.
"Yes, young master!" Li San advanced with large steps, wearing a sinister grin: "Heh heh, it's the young master's order. Boy, you are in for bad luck!"
In the moment he finished speaking, Li San raised his large hand, ready to strike. One slap from him could twist anyone's mouth out of shape.
"Bug off!"
Just as Li San's slap was about to land, a glint of cold light shone from Chu Yuan's eyes.
With a smack, the crowd saw that instead of Chu Yuan receiving a slap, the young man had lifted his hand and smacked Li San, sending him rolling on the ground.
"You!"
