The young man's eyes narrowed into a slit, filled with crafty and treacherous light, and his henchmen all charged forward. The situation was dire, on the verge of erupting. No matter what, Old Man Shi was set to take the loss.
"Little Bun, do you recognize who this guy is?"
"I have some recollection."
"Who is tougher, your boss or him?"
Little Bun curled his lip, what a question to ask, "Of course, our sister Xing is. He's nothing... hey, what are you doing!"
Ye Tian took three steps in two strides, rushing forward to stand in front of Old Man Shi,
"Slap!" A crisp slap landed on the young man's face. The satisfaction Ye Tian felt from that slap, that half of the face instantly swelled into Porky Pig.
That slap was really refreshing; Ye Tian felt his own hand go numb, and an enduring burning sensation stayed on his palm.
"You... you...! Who are you! Why did you hit me!"
