Xia Zheng struck Wang Tianba in the stomach with his stick, making him collapse on the ground clutching his belly, curling into a ball unable to move before he tossed away the stick in his hand.
"You, you Little White Face! Don't, don't you know, know who I am?" Though he had fallen to the ground, Wang Tianba was still stubbornly refusing to admit defeat. He had been bullying his way around Zhuma Town for nearly ten years; to be brought down by this Little White Face and a smelly young girl was infuriating!
"Oh? So you've got a backer?" Xia Zheng resumed his nonchalant demeanor, lifting Wang Tianba's chin with the tip of his foot and looking down at him, "Spill it, let's hear who your backer is. If it's someone I can't afford to provoke, maybe I'll serve you tea and apologize right away."
