"Young master, you have a cold!" the chubby guy with a face full of acne hurriedly ran to Jing Haotian's side and handed him a tissue.
Jing Haotian angrily grabbed the tissue, wiping his nose while furiously saying to Shen Qiang, "Just you wait, once we get out of Wanxin Hesheng, I'll make you wish you were dead."
Hearing his words, Shen Qiang just smiled and calmly said, "If you're not afraid of death, then come at me, do you need me to tell you my address?"
Meanwhile, Shen Qiang casually raised an eyebrow.
In the hall, the disdainful gazes towards Shen Qiang were gone, replaced by a thick confusion.
"Don't be arrogant, kid. My young master just has a cold; otherwise, a piece of trash like you wouldn't even be worthy to stand in front of him," the pimple-faced chubby guy said angrily.
The hall fell silent.
Everyone looked thoughtfully at Jing Haotian and Shen Qiang.
