"That line, it seems like I should be the one asking you that." Ye Qiu didn't even glance at Han Yu and casually retorted, "Do you believe I can flick you away with just one finger?"
The question left Han Yu stunned for a moment, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
For how many years has it been since anyone dared to speak to him like this?
And with such disdain for him.
Does this idiot not know the meaning of the word 'death'?
Haha, today I must give him a hard lesson!
"Ha, you've got guts. If that's the case, I'll make you pay." Han Yu's lips curled into a cruel smile.
At this moment, the surrounding crowd was drawn to the commotion here.
"Damn, who is this guy? He actually dares to provoke Han Yu? He's courting death!"
"He's really tired of living. Doesn't he know Han Yu is a descendant of the Baji Fist?"
"Sigh, this guy is doomed. There's no way he's leaving here today without a broken arm or leg."
The sympathetic stares all fell flush on Ye Qiu.
