In the room, a drunk man who heard the door being kicked open stopped beating the woman and turned his head to look.
At that moment, Ye Tian noticed the man's face was full of pockmarks, hideously ugly.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a man hitting his wife, go home and beat your own wife!"
The drunken pock-faced man yelled loudly, his voice very rough and menacing, immediately silencing the old lady outside.
He got up from the woman, took a bottle of alcohol from a nearby cabinet, took a swig, and then staggered towards the door.
"Kid, was it you who kicked my door?"
The drunken pock-faced man glared fiercely at Ye Tian.
"Tell you what, either pay me a hundred thousand, or get crippled by me, choose one!"
The drunken pock-faced man reached out, grabbed Ye Tian's collar, and tried to lift him.
Humph!
He used all his strength, but couldn't lift him at all.
"Kid, you've got some skills!"
