"Hey, no wonder Qian Qiang and his friends couldn't help but want to slap this guy. With his pretentious attitude, I want to slap him too!"
"Then why don't you go do it?"
"Er... on second thought, let's just wait for Qian Li to do it..."
BANG!
The doors to the banquet hall were violently kicked open. A young man who bore some resemblance to Qian Qiang strode in, with Qian Qiang right behind him.
"Cousin, that's the guy!" Qian Qiang pointed at Zhao Dong, his eyes filled with malice.
"So you're the one who hit my cousin?" Qian Li strode forward, his gaze piercing Zhao Dong.
"You're Qian Li from the Crouching Tiger Martial Arts Academy?" Zhao Dong glanced sideways at him.
"You've heard of me?" Qian Li said proudly. "Since you know who I am, why don't you get on your knees and beg for mercy?"
"Are you worthy?" Zhao Dong asked calmly, his eyes dripping with disdain.
"You're courting death!" Qian Li was enraged and immediately moved to roll up his sleeves.
SLAP!
