Facing Yang Kun's angry shout, Yang Fan grabbed the stick and swung it fiercely, sending Yang Kun along with the stick tumbling to the ground.
The crowd was in an uproar, daring to fight back, this was unthinkable, it was downright rebellious.
The old man of the Yang Family was the first to jump out and shout: "Yang Fan, you beast, how dare you lay hands on your cousin..."
Yang Fan rudely interrupted him: "So what if I hit him, he deserved it. I said, no one can touch my mother here."
Yang's mother hurriedly stopped her son, frantically giving Yang Fan looks, seeing that she was about to kneel down and beg this old man for forgiveness again.
Yang Fan didn't pay attention, but he understood.
He couldn't help but sigh; having just arrived, his way of doing things was still that set of rules from Earth, and it simply didn't work here.
