He froze, and instinctively reached to touch his right cheek, seeming to feel sothing warm and wet.
He looked at it before his eyes.
A shade of crimson.
"What is this... Is this... blood?"
"What is this feeling, why does it feel like... there’s so pain?"
He muttered to himself, and just as he finished speaking, his previously dazed face twisted into a grimace, as a massive pain surged from his face.
"Ah—pain—"
The scream echoed throughout the hall, shocking all those who stood frozen in place. Their faces were filled with disbelief as they looked at Xiao Zheng, who stood motionless like frost,
then to Ye Zhengyang, who was rolling on the ground like a dying dog, their expressions drastically changed.
Ye Zhengyang convulsed wildly on the ground, clutching his right hand against the face beat bloody by Xiao Zheng’s slap, the cries continued unceasingly. He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Xiao Zheng,
and suddenly stood up, charging at Xiao Zheng: "I’m going to kill you!"
Xiao Zheng looked at him coldly as he rushed towards, his gaze unwavering, lightly shook his head, and then raised his hand, slapping the untouched side of Ye Zhengyang’s face!
Slap!
Ye Zhengyang flew backward again, spewing blood from his mouth, crashing directly to the ground. Both sides of his face were beaten bloody by Xiao Zheng, his previously handso and soft face completely ruined, grotesque to behold.
He supported his trembling body, slowly standing up, glaring at Xiao Zheng full of murderous intent!
Seeing Ye Zhengyang could still stand, Xiao Zheng was a bit surprised, though he did not use all his strength with those two slaps; had he, Ye Zhengyang’s fragile body would likely have had his neck slapped broken directly.
But even with this fact, Xiao Zheng knew he had used at least ten percent of his strength; even with only ten percent, he controlled it fearfully to avoid killing this fool outright, lest he lose the fun.
After all, finally encountering a clueless idiot to entertain himself with?
But for Ye Zhengyang to stand after receiving two slaps surprised him a bit.
Not only was he surprised, but even Leng Ruobing, her gaze on Ye Zhengyang, showed so astonishnt.
"You can still stand, which surprises ."
She shook her head, mouth slightly open in a surprise expression.
Hearing Leng Ruobing’s words, Xiao Zheng chuckled helplessly, perceiving Leng Ruobing as soone unwilling to accept losses.
Yet Ye Zhengyang trembled, his eyes showing rage, locking his full murderous intent onto Leng Ruobing.
Then, supported by his henchn, he slowly walked to ten ters away from Xiao Zheng.
He dared not approach Xiao Zheng again; one more slap from this guy, and he feared losing his head then and there.
But it was impossible for him to swallow his pride!
"Good, you’ve done well, Xiao Zheng," he slurred out, attempting anger and icy tones in his voice, but however hard he tried, he could only sound like a pig squealing...
Xiao Zheng’s mouth twitched, and Leng Ruobing couldn’t help but smile slightly; the surrounding crowd heard his voice, eyes showing curiosity, wanting to laugh but not daring.
Seeing Xiao Zheng and Leng Ruobing’s expressions, Ye Zhengyang felt even more anger, gnashing his teeth: "Alright, you wait, Laozi will call people!"
Abruptly, he activated the communicator in his hand: "Stop waiting outside, hurry in here!"
He looked up at Xiao Zheng, snorted coldly, speaking with a chill in his voice: "Xiao Zheng, no one has ever dared to lay a hand on before, you are the first, and will also be the last."
Xiao Zheng chuckled, unconcerned by Ye Zhengyang’s poor threats, shaking his head: "You are not the first, nor will you be the last,
but I promise I will be the last one you dare treat like this."
Just as his words fell, the door behind him swung open with a bang, and dozens of black-clothed, sunglass-wearing n charged in, surrounding Xiao Zheng without a word, among them a man with slightly graying hair,
long hair tied at the back, and a neatly trimd mustache stepped out from the group.
Without glancing at Xiao Zheng, he walked straight to Ye Zhengyang, brows furrowed, looking at his pig-like face due to the slaps.
"Haha, at least the strength of an Innate Martial Artist, seems to have so skill."
He shook his head, right hand exploding in Gang Qi, gently touching Ye Zhengyang’s face, and his injuries astonishingly healed.
Xiao Zheng’s brows raised, a bit surprised at the elder’s techniques, yet such surprises wouldn’t stir even the slightest ripple in him.
Ye Zhengyang’s face returned to normal, though still palely tinted, his internal injuries weren’t healed; still, he respectfully bowed to the elder before him.
Ye Zhengyang expressed respect to the elder before him, pale-faced and slightly weakened in stature, yet his words carried undeniable resentnt: "Uncle Lan, it’s those two who hurt your nephew, please seek justice for your nephew!"
Uncle Lan furrowed his brows, gaze coldly toward Ye Zhengyang.
Ye Zhengyang’s body trembled, quickly lowering his head.
The elder in front of him was not soone he could provoke; while the Ye Family was grand, the Lan Family stood far above them in the Martial Arts World,
not to ntion rumors of the terrifying existence of a Great Grandmaster within the Lan family!
Had it not been for the Ye Family’s past kindness to Uncle Lan, promising aid three tis, he wouldn’t help him today, a point Ye Zhengyang understood clearly.
Looking at the respectful bowing Ye Zhengyang, Uncle Lan’s eyebrows eased slightly, sighing lightly with so helplessness.
Had it not been for the past kindness of the Ye Family, he would have abandoned the matter long ago, not subjected to the whims of a playboy’s orders.
Yet he kept to his word and couldn’t possibly break his promise.
Thus he ca.
Since he was here, he had to clean up this trouble before him.
Sighing helplessly and rubbing his sowhat aching head, Lan Yi coldly looked at Ye Zhengyang: "This will be the last ti; from now on, I am clear with you and the Ye Family."
Ye Zhengyang’s face showed wild joy, looking up, casting a cold glance at Xiao Zheng and Leng Ruobing, a flicker of cruelty crossing his gaze.
At that ti, it wouldn’t do to let Xiao Zheng die so easily; he must torture him utterly, peel his skin, draw his tendons, better yet, make him watch as his wife is brutally tornted, filled with rage and despair... then kill him!
Only this would be the punishnt he truly deserves!
Licking his lips, he withdrew with a malicious smile.
Lan Yi sighed deeply, thinking to himself that it was another dispute with so family’s arrogant scion, such matters both troubleso and straightforward.
With plans set, Lan Yi relaxed a bit, turning to the quiet youth who stood behind him, gazing blandly at him, and began to advise: "Friend, I am Lan Yi, today this..."
His words cut abruptly short.
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