Huo Yunkuang was furious beyond measure and shouted, "Kid, do you dare catch my punch? Are you tired of living?"
The crowd knew that Huo Yunkuang had held back, which was why the punch wasn't very forceful and allowed Ning Fan to catch it. They chimed in one after another.
"Bumpkin, obediently take a couple of hits from Young Master Huo, then chop off one of your own legs, or don't even think about leaving the bar today!"
In his agitation, Huo Yunkuang struggled to free his hand that Ning Fan had grabbed, but it wouldn't budge as if it were forged in iron together, immovable.
Although Huo Yunkuang was surprised, he grew even angrier and cursed, "Let go of me now!"
At that moment, Ning Fan put down his wine glass and slowly turned his head, his gaze icy as he looked at Huo Yunkuang and sighed languidly:
"You talk too much!"
"It's disturbing my drinking, you can shut up now!"
