Li Mochan was so protective of Ye Jiuliang, he would definitely not let it go if he knew the assassination attempt on Jiuliang had anything to do with him.
Li Hong almost had a heart attack when he realized it was indeed the Token he had stolen.
In front of everyone, he swung a ruthless slap across the face.
"Slap—"
"You idiot."
He could have provoked anyone else, but it just had to be Ye Jiuliang; didn't that just offend Li Mochan, that god of slaughter, too? It made him so angry.
Li Hao fell to the ground with the bright red imprint of a hand on his face.
Knowing he had caused major trouble this time, Li Hao didn't dare even whimper in pain.
