Facing the exceptional skills Lu Yang had displayed,
the weakling of a man showed no fear whatsoever.
He remained confident, "No wonder you dared to play the hero, turns out you're a martial artist. But by getting in my way, you've landed yourself in major trouble."
Slap!
Lu Yang couldn't indulge this weakling's pretentious behavior here.
So he just gave him a straightforward slap.
"Come on, tell me, what kind of 'major trouble' have I gotten myself into?"
Lu Yang's smile was radiant.
The weakling covered his slapped face, yet didn't howl in pain, his eyes dark and sharp, filled with hatred, as if he wanted nothing more than to rip Lu Yang apart.
Lu Yang didn't like this feeling.
So without waiting for the weakling to reply, he delivered another slap and said lightly, "Come on, tell me, what kind of 'major trouble' have I gotten into?"
At that moment, the music in the bar suddenly stopped.
The bouncers, wielding batons, slowly closed in.
