The young man surnamed Ding, hearing the discussions about their identities around him, grew even more arrogant. With his hands clasped behind his back, he advanced step by step and continued to say, "If it weren't for Frost City's rule against killing, you and your dog would have been dead long ago for being such a clueless dog. Now, I'll count to three, and you and your dog better disappear from my sight, or you know what the consequences will be!"
"One!" The young man in white, surnamed Ding, was already coldly staring at Shi Feng and Wu Xiaoyun, starting to count.
"Count your sister!" Shi Feng, seeing the pretentious air of the white-clad youth, raised his head and his right hand, which suddenly lit up with a dazzling, bone-white light, and slapped straight towards the pretentious Ding.
