"Is there something wrong with your ears... Do you need me to repeat myself?" Chen Feng stared at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
"You..."
Yan Xiu stood on the ground, seemingly still in disbelief that he was slapped in public, and what's more, in front of all his subordinates.
What the other party had left unsaid was, how dare you hit me?
Bolstering one's influence might be something every small-time crook likes to do when they're at a disadvantage. In the past, they'd be rampant, untouchable, but now, a big boss had come to his turf, and without a word, struck him right off the bat. As the leader of the nearby area, even if he was terrified, he had to put on some semblance; otherwise, how would he account for his subordinates, his face, these most crucial things in the underworld?
