"You..."
Li Zijie, listening to Xiao Yi's words full of mockery, and seeing the obvious sneer on his face—an unmasked contempt—then looking at those young masters still clutching their limbs and groaning incessantly, felt his cheeks burn with heat, his complexion flushed red. He wanted to muster the courage to say something defiantly, but in the end, he still lacked the courage to speak up.
"I don't care who you are, what background you have, or how arrogant you usually are, but I warn you, it's best not to mess with me. I, for one, do not like to harass others, nor do I enjoy being harassed. If you provoke me again, I won't be as easygoing as today!"
Xiao Yi didn't give him the chance to continue speaking, nor did he have the patience to wait for Li Zijie to stutter through his words. In an instant, the mocking smile on his face disappeared, his gaze suddenly turned cold, and his tone felt as if it had dropped to freezing point, emitting a bone-chilling aura.
