Yan Zhongbo only felt as if all his internal organs had shattered. With a retch, he vomited a clot of blood containing pieces of his innards once more.
His face as pale as paper, he knew that he was unlikely to survive.
Struggling frantically to stand, he said, "Miss, you must go quickly!"
Yang Siling had already been trembling with fear. Hearing Yan Zhongbo's words, she hurriedly commanded her only remaining underling to push her and prepare to leave.
Tang Yi grabbed her by the neck and said in a deep voice, "Was it you who had someone hit my wife?"
"You bastard, let go of me!"
Enraged beyond measure, Yang Siling said, "Do you dare lay a hand on me? Do you know who I am?"
Tang Yi coldly said, "I don't care who you are. Even if the King of Heaven himself were here, he would not be allowed to bully my wife!"
Having said that, he lifted his hand.
"Slap!"
He slapped Yang Siling across the face, though of course, without using any Inner Strength.
