Ruan Xinzhi swaggered over to Mo Daoyan with a contemptuous look in his eyes and let out a cold sneer, "What's up? Playing coy today? Weren't you really tough that day, chasing after me with a stick? Come on, hit me now. Here, I'll give you a stick, hit me as hard as you can." As he spoke, he actually handed his stick to Mo Daoyan.
Mo Daoyan was no fool, of course he understood that Ruan Xinzhi was speaking sarcastically.
Moreover, with a dozen strong men staring at him fiercely, he dared not make a move! So, he stood there meekly, not daring to budge an inch.
"Oh! Haven't seen you in a few days and you've turned into a shrinking turtle?" Ruan Xinzhi stepped forward and shoved him several times, his attitude overbearing and aggressive.
