Ye Fan frowned as he thought to himself, surely this so-called Brother Hu was the old man with the goat beard, no doubt the local tyrant around here. But he had connections with a big shot in Ninghai City which puzzled Ye Fan. Who could it be? Someone who could make Baldy boast so loudly must be no ordinary person.
After Baldy had boasted for a while and saw that Ye Fan didn't react much, his mood turned sour. He thought to himself, I've been talking so brilliantly, the least you could do is show some response, right? That's so disrespectful.
"You must be scared out of your wits, huh?" Baldy swaggered.
"I am indeed scared out of my wits, but is there nothing else?" Ye Fan asked.
