Han Ying's last three words slowly spilled out, as if they had transformed into invisible sharp spikes, piercing into everyone's heart.
Ye Feng chuckled disdainfully, "Mr. Han, are you threatening me?"
Han Ying shook his head lightly, "It wouldn't count as a threat. You're not worthy of being threatened by me. I'm merely reminding you."
Ye Feng sneered, "What a joke. What are you, to remind me? If you don't believe me, just get lost. If you want to treat me then treat, if not, just beat it!"
"How dare you!" In an instant, Master Mao burst into fury, glaring at Ye Feng, "Scum, who do you think you are to talk to our Mr. Han like that?"
Han Ying revealed a hint of surprise, "Ye Feng, you do have some backbone. In all my years, you're the first to dare speak to me like this."
Ye Feng said with a relaxed expression, "All I stated were facts. Ye Feng acts without needing reminders from others. Even killing you would be an effortless task, hardly worth mentioning."
