As soon as the curse ended, the entire venue fell silent.
The gangsters' eyes gleamed with menace as they turned to stare fixedly at the onlookers.
After a moment of silence, the pedestrians snapped out of it, instantly showing fear on their faces, screaming and scattering in all directions.
In less than a minute, only Ye Huan was left on the spot; everyone else had fled far away.
"Xiao... Xiao Ye!?" Zhang Huimin exclaimed, clapping a hand over her mouth. She hadn't expected Ye Huan to appear, much less expected him to insult Wang Biao.
Wang Biao turned his head, speaking flatly: "Kid, could you repeat what you just said?"
Ye Huan raised an eyebrow: "Are you deaf? Can't hear clearly?"
"Haha, you're really something!" Wang Biao laughed heartily, clapping his hands twice.
The pedestrians shivered; they all lived in this area and knew that Wang Biao seemed genuinely angry.
"What's with that young guy, daring to insult Wang Biao?"
