"I am Yu Jizi, greetings to you, my friend." The middle-aged Taoist hung a smile on his face and saluted Xiao Han as if he hadn't been the one who just made a move.
Xiao Han glanced at him and then slapped him across the face without saying a word.
"Smack."
A crisp slap rang out, and Yu Jizi covered his face and staggered back several steps.
He looked at Xiao Han in astonishment, somewhat in disbelief that the latter would strike without a word, delivering a slap to his face.
This nearly brought tears to Yu Jizi's eyes as he stared at Xiao Han and said coldly, "You dare to hit me?"
"If you can make a move on me, why can't I hit you? Giving you a slap is just a small lesson. If you dare to provoke me again, there will be no discussion—your life is forfeit," Xiao Han said arrogantly, his eyebrows raised.
This darkened Yu Jizi's eyes even more; he thought the man was too domineering.
