Ye Wangchuan was calmer than him. He threw the napkin into the trash can before the blond young man. Then, he turned his head and said expressionlessly, "I'll give you three seconds to get lost. If you don't leave, today I'll take whichever hand you used to write this phone number."
He spoke nonchalantly, as if he was saying that the weather was good today.
The blond young man and his friends were stunned by Ye Wangchuan's aura. They couldn't figure out who these people were.
In the end, they were not the thugs of the independent continent. Seeing that they had only asked for a phone number and caused such a commotion, the blond youth did not want to cause a scene that could not be resolved. Thus, he gritted his teeth and left with his friends.
The group left noisily.
Qin Si was still angry. "Master Wang, are you going to let them leave just like that?"
F*ck, he wanted to beat those people up.
What the heck.
