At this moment, the burly man who had been sent flying by Han Yan's palm also stood up, still staring at Han Yan with a face full of anger.
Han Yan took a careful look at the man. He was middle-aged, broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, and his skin was as black as coal. On the Holy Court Continent, he would either be a butcher or an Iron General.
"Hei Tuzi, hurry up and come here to pay respects to the Priest. Apologize to the Priest!" The others were signaling to the man.
Han Yan guessed correctly; this guy was indeed a butcher. It turns out that whether in the Holy Court Continent or the Divine Continent, butchers all look the same.
"Why should I apologize? Even if he's the Priest, he shouldn't mix right and wrong. He slept with my daughter, freeloaded in my house for so long, and now wants to run off. Where in the world is such a happy ending?" Hei Tuzi rumbled with his deep voice.
"What!" Han Yan was shocked.
