Zhou Peng looked at Ye Fei with undisguised disdain, his gaze flippant.
Suddenly, the elderly man about to pass away seated beside them opened his mouth, interrupting him.
"Zhou Peng!"
"Go back to your seat."
The man in the suit froze for a moment, but in front of the goddess, he didn't want to let Ye Fei off so easily.
"Elder Zhou, this man is just a native; we don't have to fear him..."
Slap!
Elder Zhou astonishingly rose to his feet and slapped the man across the face.
The fair complexion immediately turned crimson, swelling up.
"Can't you understand when I speak?"
The old man's body was stooped, his voice not loud.
But his words were clear commands, his tone brooking no doubt.
The man got slapped and then got yelled at.
Instantly, he shrunk like a mouse seeing a cat, gathered his things, and left hastily.
However, as he passed by Ye Fei, the look he gave was unspeakably sinister.
Canglang Province was his territory.
