Duanmu Lei's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Turning his head, he saw the speaker was the young man who hadn't left earlier, and a malicious grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"It's so boring anyway. You go and entertain him; teach him a lesson," Duanmu Lei mumbled, transmitting his words to the small-eyed martial artist.
Hearing this, the small-eyed martial artist revealed a cold smile. Flexing his fist, he rose from his seat, his gaze icy as he looked at Luo Feng, "Kid, do you dare to repeat what you just said?"
Luo Feng remained seated, quietly savoring the fine wine in his cup. He responded indifferently, "Such a chatterbox."
HISS!
The tavern filled with drawn-out intakes of breath as nearby martial artists stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Was the young man before them actually challenging one of Duanmu Lei's men publicly?
BANG!
The small-eyed martial artist glared sullenly. Waving his hand, the wine cup on the table instantly shot towards Luo Feng with a screeching sound.
