"C-can I?" Du Qingteng asked, looking at Lan.
Lan, however, stood there expressionlessly, showing no sign of objection.
Du Qingteng grinned, stepping toward the old man. With one side of his face already swollen, the elderly man glared at Du Qingteng with venomous hatred. Though he said nothing, his expression made it clear he loathed them to the core.
"I'm gonna hit you now!" Du Qingteng raised his hand.
The old man stared fixedly at Du Qingteng. Within his profound eyes, it was as if the entire cosmos was spinning at high speed, powerful enough to devour all of creation.
Du Qingteng froze for a moment, a dazed look in his eyes.
HUMPH!
Lan, who was holding the old man upside down, shot him a cold glare. A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on the old man's forehead, and his eyes instantly returned to their cloudy state, making him look like a decrepit man at death's door.
