Huamu Ye's face had now gone from red to purple.
"You… you… I will beat you until you turn into a pulp!" the young master screamed.
Han Yu sniffed and said, "With what. That body of yours? You're talking about cracking a walnut with your ass, when you can't even break a peanut with your teeth."
This time, someone failed to hold back.
A small laugh burst from the back of the crowd.
Huamu Ye whipped around like a rabid dog.
"Who laughed! Who dares laugh!"
He spun wildly but, of course, no one claimed responsibility. Any sane person valued their life enough not to volunteer for death.
Han Yu crossed his arms and said loudly, "Only those who are not blind like you."
Huamu Ye's jaw dropped. His brain could not keep up. His rage had surpassed words and entered the realm of pure incoherent fury.
Han Yu continued, "You were the one who bumped into me. You should apologize. Everyone saw it."
Silence.
