However, just as the weaselly little man reached out, Shen Lang pulled back the hand holding the bag, and the man grabbed nothing but air.
"We've had our share of dealings. Perhaps you still remember something I used to say often?" Shen Lang said ominously, the coldness in his eyes sending a chill down the weaselly little man's spine.
"Wh-What did you say?" The little man subconsciously took a step back.
When they were younger, Shen Lang had been notorious for fighting with reckless abandon. If not for their superior numbers, most people wouldn't have dared to provoke him.
Shen Lang let out a sinister chuckle. "I once said something. You could hit me, you could insult me, and I wouldn't care all that much. But insulting my parents is a different story... I wonder if you remember that?"
"Fuck you! I'll slap you to death..." The leader's face was venomous. He cursed and swung a slap at Shen Lang.
