Ye Chenfeng turned around and strolled leisurely to the bald man, stretched out his right hand, and placed his palm on the smooth dome of the bald man's head, caressing it before saying coldly, "The tattoo on your head is quite nice-looking."
The bald man's body shivered, his face turned ghastly pale, and with trembling lips, he said, "Brother, it's said that conflict leads to friendship. My brother is the president of the Dragon Tooth Association. How about we become friends and let this matter slide?"
The bald man's heart was in his throat, and the ruthless methods displayed by Ye Chenfeng completely intimidated him; now he just wanted to get through this safely. As the saying goes, 'a gentleman's revenge is not too late even after ten years.' If he could just get through tonight, he could always ask the Dragon Tooth Association to seek vengeance for him later!
"Dragon Tooth Association?" Ye Chenfeng repeated with a questioning tone, then mockingly said, "Never heard of it."
