Xiao Yifei had just kicked the scrawny Zheng Peng before he could react, sending him flying into the lawn beside the road.
"Keep shouting, and I'll have you lying in a hospital bed right now," Xiao Yifei said coldly, looking down at Zheng Peng as he rose from the lawn.
As he looked up at Xiao Yifei, who was nearly a head taller than himself, Zheng Peng swallowed hard. The harsh words he was about to say were forcibly suppressed. His fists clenched, veins popping on his forehead, his face pale as iron, yet he dared not speak.
"You're trying to screw me over, huh?" Xiao Yifei turned his head to look at Sun Xingyao.
"Dressing up like some swanky Han, you think you're the shit? If it weren't for me correcting you in time yesterday, would you still be standing here today? Trying to play me over some trivial matter. You think I'm easy to bully?" After speaking, he slapped him across the face.
"Smack~"
The slap landed solidly on his face.
