Arrogance and defiance once again surfaced on Yang Peicheng's face. A cold sneer fixed on Chen Fei's eyes as he said with contempt, "I don't care who you are or what kind of background you have, but I suggest you go ask around and find out who I, Yang Peicheng, am. Don't try to be a hero and provoke a major figure you can't afford to offend! If you do, I can tell you in no uncertain terms that the consequences will be very, very dire!"
Upon hearing this, the expression on everyone's face changed. They were all too aware of Yang Peicheng's background; he was unquestionably one of the top scions in the city. Here in Northern Mountain, he certainly had the right to be so arrogant.
Seeing the fear and unease on their faces, Young Master Yang Peicheng sneered again and stared at Chen Fei. "Now, get on your knees and beg for mercy. Shout 'Daddy, I was wrong' three times, and then hand over the Herbal Cuisine Workshop unconditionally—"
SLAP!
