The burly man felt he had lost face since he was scared enough to wet himself. If word got out, how could he ever mix in society again? He spit out a tooth, bloodied, and turned his head to glare at Li Feng, who had humiliated him.
"How's that, not satisfied?"
Li Feng hadn't expected the other party to dare glower at him. With a sinister sneer, he raised his foot, tripped the man to the ground, and stepped on his chest.
"I'm a man of the Earl."
"The Earl? Who's that? Never heard of him, state your full name." Li Feng glanced dismissively at the burly man. He had been out of touch with the world's affairs for the past two years, and it seemed that the changes in the underworld of Huacheng were not small; at least, he had never heard of any Earl.
"Ptui, you don't even know who the Earl is."
The burly man raised his eyes to Li Feng, as if Li Feng were a complete country bumpkin. It was unthinkable to him that someone mixed up in the world wouldn't even know the Earl.
