"What did you say?"
Stunned by Qin Fan's command, the bald man couldn't believe his ears. Did this greenhorn actually dare to tell me to scram? Fucking hell! This is madness!
"Can't you understand me? Scram!" Qin Fan sneered playfully.
With that, he tilted his head back and drained the liquor in his glass. His pleasant trip down memory lane had been violently interrupted, replaced by the image of Jiang Yino's cold expression and her calling him a 'scumbag'. Suddenly, Qin Fan felt an urge to vent, and this bald man had the misfortune of becoming his outlet.
"You little shit, you dare talk to me like that? Do you have any idea who I am?" Furious at being mocked by a kid who looked like he hadn't even finished puberty, the bald man, now resembling an enraged King Kong, shoved the people on either side of him away. "You're asking to die!" he roared coldly.
As the words left his mouth, his thick palm lashed out, brimming with aggression as it flew toward Qin Fan's head.
SLAP!
