"You tell me then."
Feng Wuchen looked at the young master with interest, his face showing no change in emotion, but his smile still sent shivers down the spine.
It's like a tiger smiling at you—it's chilling.
The young master felt just like that.
But it was fleeting, because this is Qizhou.
"Good! I'll tell you now, what is the aftermath..." Young Master Liu walked over fiercely, but before he could finish, he was dumbfounded.
"Slap!"
A hand, faster than the eye could see, slapped Young Master Liu hard on the face, causing him to spit blood, several teeth flying out, his body sent flying seven or eight meters away, overturning several wine tables.
Ye Tianfan, Zhou Xinxin, and several young masters were momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered.
Not only were they not afraid, but they were even more disdainful, looking at Feng Wuchen like he was an idiot.
"Foolish! Extremely foolish!" Zhou Xinxin was so angry she didn't know how to describe Feng Wuchen.
