"He Yiming?"
Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly. "What did you just say?" he asked indifferently. "Say it again."
"Shut your mouth! The audacity!" Mr. Zheng, still on the ground, roared furiously, pointing at Qin Heng. "You little whelp," he hissed, "what do you think you are, daring to speak to..."
"Silence!" He Yiming glared at Mr. Zheng, then turned to Qin Heng. "Mr. Qin, Mr. Zheng is my bodyguard, after all. Please, for my sake, let him go."
A sharp SLAP! echoed.
Qin Heng had struck He Yiming across the face. He Yiming's vision blackened, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his left cheek swelled alarmingly. In an instant, he looked utterly disheveled.
"What are you doing?! You dare strike Young Master He Yiming? You must be courting death!"
