Old Ye's face turned cold as he took a step forward. His killing intent bloomed to the sky.
Faced with such an aura of death, Lu Ji was the first person to run away, abandoning the van they came with. His gang members also joined.
None of them dared to challenge Old Ye; they were still yet to get over him sending people flying with a slap earlier.
"Punk, if I don't break your arm and cripple you today, my name will no longer be Ben. Boys, take care of him." Ben didn't realise that he was the only one left standing by this time.
He was still angry over Old Ye's words; his chest was filled with so much anger. Old Ye didn't only slap him three times, but he also blew a trumpet and announced it to the entire world, which drove him knots.
The wind whistled around, and that is when he took his time to look around him. Then he realised the dragon gang members had all fled while he was still seething in anger and glaring at Old Ye.
"A little ant dares to clown around before this Lord; it is your greatest fortune to be still alive, but you want to misuse it," Old Ye said in a deep voice as he got closer.
The manager of the eatery had already fled while Ben was still dazed, wondering what was going on.
He was racking his brain, wondering why the dragon gang was afraid of Old Ye; he couldn't make sense of it. The dragon gang was known to be brutal, fearless and cold-blooded.
But a harmless young man sent them running helter-skelter with just his presence; how can he make sense of it?
Regaining his senses, Ben realised that Old Ye was dangerously close to him; his pupils shrank, and he wanted to flee.
"Too late, how can you escape from this, Lord?" Old Ye said coolly with a smile that wasn't a smile.
No matter how hard Ben struggled to move, he stood still like a pole that even winds couldn't sway.
Raising his arm Old Ye landed several successive slaps on his face, making his ears tingle and layers of flesh stacked on his face; his head became four times bigger, and his eyes almost became invisible.
Even though he wanted to cry, there were no teeth left for him to use; he was numbed by the sensational feeling of the slap.
"You are looking better now," Old Ye commended while nodding his head. His slapping proficiency has increased due to practice.
If not in three seconds, those slaps were enough to explode Ben's head; his control over his physical power was improving.
"Let's go," Old Ye told John, who stood there dumbfounded while staring at the scene before him with a face filled with disbelief.
This was the first time numerical power lost its essence before him. His grandfather faced over twenty thugs and scared them away without even putting up a fight.
One could tell John's feelings from his silence.
The moment Old Ye rode away with John on the bicycle, Ben fell backwards and fainted.
When they got home, the moment John alighted from the bicycle with a big smile on his face, he dashed towards the house, he couldn't wait to share what he saw today with Jenny.
Old Ye's lips curled up as he carried the packaged food inside the house. When he got in, he heard John narrating to Jenny.
"Grandpa is so powerful; with a slap, he made someone unable to move; even powerful thugs were afraid of Grandpa."
Old Ye chuckled. If he unleashed his powerful means, John would not be able to praise him because of fear.
"You just got back from school; go and change your uniform so we can eat," Old Ye told John.
After John left, Jenny turned to Old Ye and looked at him with a face filled with surprise.
Her eyes kept flickering, and just looking at her face, Old Ye knew what she was thinking: "I am your grandfather; those who hurt you, I am going to hurt them back; those who made you suffer will experience something worse than misery," Old Ye said solemnly. He didn't care if Jenny was suspecting that she was his grandfather or not.
Hearing what Old Ye said, Jenny fell silent. Of course, she felt like the current Old Ye wasn't her grandfather anymore, but the familial feelings and love she still felt towards her grandfather were still there, which was puzzling.
"Have you thought of what to do? You don't have to worry about money; with me around, nothing is impossible," Old Ye said in a domineering manner, his domineering aura fully displayed.
Jenny lowered her head and fell silent, making Old Ye surprised.
If it were any other person, Old Ye would have become impatient and left, but he stood there waiting for his granddaughter to make her wish.
"I want to become a dancer," Jenny finally said.
Old Ye's eyes widened and his facial expression changed before darkness clouded his face; he must have heard wrongly.
That was the first time the mighty Emperor Dao doubted his hearing ability.
"What did you say you wanted to become?" Old Ye asked in a deep, solemn voice.
His knowledge of dancers was from the immortal world. Dancers in the immortal world were all slaves, and they all cultivated seduction arts. Their strengths were too meagre, so they were only sex tools and kept in brothels.
Hearing that his precious granddaughter wants to become a dancer, how can his hearing not fail?
Jenny grabbed her gown, looking anxious and fidgeting; she could feel the mood of her grandfather plummeting.
Even the former Old Ye didn't want her to become a dancer.
"Grandpa, I want to become a dancer; that has been my dream since I was little. If you want me to be happy, you will support my decision," Jenny responded with a face filled with expectation.