"That's right, there's so much here, you can't use it all—give us some."
As he spoke, the man made his move.
Song Yi's mood was low pressure, and he had already been pacing at the edge of fury.
"Let go!"
"What did you say? Don't be tense, I'm just taking this one."
"Ah!"
Suddenly, the man clutched his right arm, screaming sharply in pain.
Jhiang Yuan and Ye Mianmian both heard it and rushed over, placing the remaining two planks on the ground and running toward the window.
The guy had been hit by Song Yi with a pebble—this move of his had always been awesome.
"When a gentleman's toast is not accepted, the penalty must be drunk—beat him!"
The man was grinding his teeth in anger too, looking at Song Yi and the others with their three people and a dog, he didn't take them seriously at all.
By the time Jhiang Yuan entered, the fight had already started.
