"What did you call me?" Mike Taylor's face gradually turned cold.
The young man didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and impatiently said, "I called you an old fart! Get out of the way, I don't want to bully an old man!"
After saying this, the young man looked at Ethan Smith again.
He pointed at Ethan's nose and said, "You want a ticket, right? Alright, ten thousand dollars a piece! If you don't have money, I'll take your girlfriend. She can keep me company, and I'll give it to you for free, how about that?"
Upon hearing this, Ethan could no longer hold back.
He raised his hand and slapped the young man right on the mouth.
Though he held back some power, the slap still left the young man's mouth full of blood.
"You... you dare to hit me, huh? You... you just wait!" The young man said angrily.
Ethan looked at him coldly and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat your mouth to a pulp."
Feeling the murderous spirit from Ethan, the young man shivered in fear.
