"Hey, you! Leave the two beasts behind, and that beauty too. As for you, scram."
Tang Feng looked at a young man dressed in luxurious clothing pointing at him, speaking as if it was just a trivial matter, with a smug look on his face.
Whose reckless child was this? Was his brain damaged?
But very quickly, Tang Feng denied that thought. It wasn't a mental issue; he was just spoiled. Judging by the gaggle of youngsters backing him up, Tang Feng found the situation both laughable and exasperating.
They were treating him like a soft persimmon. Not only demanding his pet beasts but also his woman — this brat sure was audacious.
"Hey, kid, what's so funny? Hurry up and come down here. Consider it your luck that I fancy your beasts." After speaking, the young man tossed a Divine Crystal to Tang Feng.
Was this how he treated beggars?
