"We all understand these things!"
Upon hearing the young man's cold shout, Ling Ying said calmly.
"Alright then, show us some of your skills!" The young man clearly looked down on Yang Tian: "If you can show us a few tricks, we'll let you follow. If not, with you idle rich kids meddling in, you'll surely be a burden!"
"Watch your mouth!"
Before Yang Tian could speak, Ling Ying had already snapped.
She couldn't tolerate anyone insulting Yang Tian.
With a flip of her hand, a thin silver needle shot towards the young man with a whizz.
"You..."
The young man's face changed, and he instinctively stepped aside.
But how could he avoid Ling Ying's attack?
With a swish, the silver needle pierced the young man's collar, almost puncturing into his chest.
At this, the young man's face turned pale: "You're so fast!"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
He scrutinized Ling Ying from top to bottom.
