"Fine, I surrender! Please stop hitting me, spare me." Cheng Shu whimpered, his face a torturous mask of pain. This wasn't a white flag of surrender. But the move of a true gentleman who knows when to fold and when to unfold.
Cheng Shu never told anyone that his father was an elder in the North Hall underworld in Jianghai. That made him a thoroughbred underworld prince.
Let's let this kid, Shen Yingtian, have his moment in the sun. I'll get my father to pull a few tough guys together later and teach this punk a lesson he won't forget!
"If you dare to harass Kexin again, I'll take your life!" Shen Yingtian threw Cheng Shu out like a dead dog with a swift kick.
Cheng Shu and his crew fled in a flustered and embarrassed state.
