Song Mingzhe's gaze was cold as he looked at Ye Tian, and at Luo Yue beside him. Although Luo Yue was wearing a mask, with Song Mingzhe's experience of having seen countless women, he sensed that Luo Yue must be a beauty.
"I heard that you just used a cup of tea to knock out my friend's teeth. Is that true?" Song Mingzhe asked flatly.
"Do you want to try it?" Ye Tian said while sipping his tea.
"Do you dare?" Song Mingzhe's face darkened, Mo Hai's attitude displeased him.
"Why wouldn't I dare? Even if I kill you right now, it won't matter." Ye Tian replied casually.
"You're too full of yourself. This is Shanghai, my turf. If you cause trouble here, you're not qualified yet. Don't force me to act." Song Mingzhe's face was becoming frighteningly dark.
Ye Tian's lips curled into a dismissive smile, sipping his tea, not taking Song Mingzhe seriously at all, not even glancing at him.
