Building Owner Zhuo Ming stared blankly at Jing Yan.
"Building Owner Zhuo Ming! I am grateful for your previous care of Feng'er and Dongxue. However, Feng'er was first humiliated here by Mo Wei and other villains. If I hadn't arrived at your Seven Treasures Restaurant in time today, both my Daoist couple and my daughter would have been in mortal danger."
"As for the likes of Mo Wei, it's only right that I kill him. Reason is on my side," Jing Yan added.
Building Owner Zhuo Ming stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond to this person named Jing Yan.
He took a deep breath before speaking, "Here, strength is reason. The Mo Family and Liu Family are powerful; their reasoning is their fists."
Although Zhuo Ming didn't want to say more to Jing Yan, he couldn't help but add another line, thinking this young man was indeed too naïve, too immature.
"Heh, my fists are naturally bigger than theirs!" Jing Yan chuckled lightly.
"Buzz!"
