Even so, Young Master Hong still got sent flying, with half his face swollen up like a pig's head.
"You dare hit me? I'll fucking kill you!" He roared at Ye Luo.
"Ah! Totally forgot about the bomb-disposal rules—this is the Zhongzhou Grand Hotel! I seem to remember you're not allowed to throw punches here!" Ye Luo put on a look of sudden enlightenment.
It was that sentence that snapped Young Master Hong awake on the spot. Right, this was the Zhongzhou Hotel! Hitting someone here was even more serious than breaking the law!
Quite a few troublemakers in the past had all been sent straight to heaven.
"He hit me! He hit me! Is no one going to do something?"
The guy was ruthless too—he just sprawled on the ground and started shouting at the top of his lungs.
Seeing this, Ye Luo was a bit torn between laughing and crying. This guy was basically like a shrew, not a trace of a young master's bearing.
