Upon hearing the jeering voice of the man in green, Ling Feng's gaze shifted from Moo Lin and settled on the "coin-thrower."
Indeed, this guy was a "coin-thrower." Since Ling Feng himself wasn't afraid of even Young Prince Moo Lin, where did this fellow get the strange confidence to think he could be arrogant in his presence?
He hadn't even taken action to teach him a lesson, yet the man had already started making noise.
"Big brother, he's a bad man, and Ling'er is afraid."
A frail voice rose in Ling Feng's embrace, the little girl, petite and precious, looked timidly at the man in green. But, feeling bolstered by having Ling Feng as her "backing," her courage grew and she bit down on her silver teeth, puffing up and saying, "Big brother, you teach him a lesson!"
Ling Feng broke into a smile, finding it unexpected that such a five- or six-year-old girl was quite brave, not intimidated by the grand display put on by Moo Lin's crowd.
