"I..."
Wen Bingtao just opened his mouth, but the prayer beads in Ye Qingmei's hand were directly hurled at his face.
The enormous force made him spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with tooth fragments.
"Do you match up now?" Ye Qingmei taunted.
Wen Bingtao cupped his hands together and forced out the word "match" from between his teeth.
Ye Qingmei retrieved the prayer beads and glanced at everyone present: "Who else has anything to say? Step forward and let me see."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone, including Wen Bingtao, subconsciously stepped back two paces, looking as if they were facing cold despair.
"A bunch of bullies afraid of the strong, laughable."
Ye Qingmei sneered, then handed the prayer beads back to Qin Chuan: "Little Chuan, show them out."
Saying that, she turned and walked into Tongde Hall.
Qin Chuan frowned, then looked at Wen Bingtao and the others: "Remember what I said, all of you get lost!"
