Upon hearing these words, Wang Zhan almost burst out laughing. He never thought he'd meet someone in Kui City who dared to speak to him in this way.
Standing by his side, Han Junxiong glanced at the young man before him, then promptly raised his hand and struck out.
Just one slap instantly changed the young man's expression. Blood even started trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Clutching his chest, the young man squinted at the two men and said coldly, "Well done, you dare to hit me? That brat doesn't know who I am, but don't you, punk? Remember this, Han Junxiong, you're just asking for trouble!"
While speaking, the young man walked up to Wang Zhan. After glaring at him, he said coldly, "Good lad, if you've got the guts, stay here. Don't leave. Otherwise, you'll pay."
The crowd immediately erupted in discussion.
"He's offended someone from the Qín Family! It seems like no one has dared to lay hands on the Qín Family for many years."
