Seeing that the other party was being obstinate, a fierce glint flashed in Zhou Tianci's eyes. He raised his right hand, brandished the horsewhip he was holding, and lashed out at Lin Li's face.
'Shit.' Lin Li hadn't expected the man to actually attack and quickly leaped backward.
CRACK.
The horsewhip struck nothing but air.
"You little brat, how dare you dodge?" Zhou Tianci had attacked first, but seeing Lin Li dodge his horsewhip, his long-suppressed rage was finally ignited by a spark of jealousy.
He raised his horsewhip, pointed it at Lin Li in the distance, and ordered his servants, "Get him! Teach him a harsh lesson."
"Yes, Young Master." Hearing their master's command, the servants—already accustomed to acting arrogantly—were itching to teach a lesson to the young man who had disrespected them. They immediately leaped from their horses and charged toward Lin Li.
