Li Feng glanced coldly at Li Zidong, who was ranting to himself.
"You still think so highly of yourself."
Li Zidong, upon hearing Li Feng's unruly response, grimaced, "Li Feng, today you'd have to bet, willing or not."
"I bet your sister."
Not waiting for Li Zidong to finish talking, Li Feng stepped forward and slapped Li Zidong's face.
*Slap.*
Li Zidong's head jerked to the side, and the rich second generations standing by his side all changed their expressions.
In this circle, there was a big taboo—never hit the face.
If you dared to hit the face, then the vendetta would be intense.
Of course, if the backgrounds of the two were vastly different, the other party might hate you but couldn't do anything to you except swallow teeth mixed with blood in vengeance.
But the problem was, Li Zidong wasn't a nobody.
He was the eldest son of the Li Family from Jin City.
