The two middle-aged men at the mention hurriedly rushed towards Ye Teng and helped him up.
By this time, Ye Teng had recovered quite a bit. After being helped up, he squinted at Yang Xiao, his eyes flashing with a sharp and resentful light.
Yang Xiao had certainly not misjudged, Ye Teng was by no means a pushover. Having suffered a setback and been dealt with, how could he possibly swallow his pride easily?
He was about to say some harsh words to Yang Xiao, not listening to any of Yang Xiao's warnings at all.
Even at this juncture, having just faced a brush with death, he still felt invincible, disbelieving that Yang Xiao would truly dare to do anything to him.
He was, after all, the young master of the Ye Family, one of the three great families of Yanjing, a famed prodigy. A nobody from some small place daring to lay hands on him was already audacious, let alone kill him—would Yang Xiao dare?
Unfortunately, before he could speak, he was interrupted.
