Slap (2)

"?!" The spoiled young master was stunned. He had just felt a momentary dizziness, and the person who was in front of him had disappeared. From the eyes and reactions of the people next to him, he seemed to understand that the person was behind him.

So, the spoiled brat immediately turned around and looked at Ye Lang, who was walking forward. He hesitated a bit. This spoiled brat was no ordinary person. Although he was a spoiled brat, he also had the capital to be one. He had extraordinary talent and was already a Level 8 Martial Warrior.

In this continent, reaching level eight at such a young age is quite impressive and something to be proud of!

As an eighth-level martial artist, he had no idea how Ye Lang had bypassed him, which made his expression serious!

Did I accidentally miss something?

"Hey Ye, what level are you at?" The spoiled brat once again circled around to Ye Lang, wanting to figure out Ye Lang's strength.

If Ye Lang's strength is relatively low, then he will be sure that he just made a mistake and will become arrogant again. But if Ye Lang's strength is higher than his, then he will leave immediately and no longer care about this matter.

"Level? What's that?" Ye Lang was a little confused. He didn't immediately connect this level with his strength, since very few people would ask him that.

"It's your martial arts or magician level, don't pretend!" the spoiled brat said.

"Oh, you mean that? I'm neither a martial artist nor a magician, so I don't have any levels!" Ye Lang answered truthfully. He had never taken either of those level tests, so naturally he didn't have any.

"Are you serious? You're neither a martial artist nor a magician?" the spoiled young master asked, somewhat surprised. What about what just happened? Could an ordinary person just disappear in front of him?

That seems impossible. Is this kid playing me?

"Yes, I'm just a passerby. Don't pay any attention to me. Tell the old man's family that he will die in three days and to have them prepare for his funeral!" Ye Lang waved his hand and continued walking forward.

"!!" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Ye Lang, seemingly in disbelief.

It seems the old man was aware of his physical condition, but his estimate was not that fast. Now that Ye Lang could say this, he must have some confidence. Therefore, the old man believed Ye Lang's words and believed that he might die within three days.

"Hmph! You're just lying. You were originally a level three martial artist. You couldn't have not improved over the years, let alone not even have a level! Besides, your grandfather is dead, so of course you should handle his funeral arrangements," the spoiled young master said.

"Smack!"

Ye Lang reached out and slapped the spoiled brat across the face. The swollen, red handprint made it clear that the force was unclear and the person who was hit must have been in a lot of pain.

"You dare hit me!!"

The spoiled brat was stunned for a moment after being hit, and then he roared angrily. At this moment, he had temporarily overlooked one thing, which was why he hadn't dodged Ye Lang's slap.

Ye Lang's slap just now didn't seem very sudden; it looked like an ordinary slap. But the fact that this spoiled brat, who was Level 8 Martial Warrior, was hit is something worth discussing.

Some might say that the spoiled brat was caught off guard and was ambushed by Ye Lang, but in fact, even if he was ambushed, the spoiled brat shouldn't have been hit by someone with no level whatsoever.

To be able to hit Level 8 Martial Warrior, unless one is extremely lucky, there is only one explanation: that person must also possess considerable strength!

If he has strength, then his previous claim of not having a level was a lie, which means he was hiding something and might actually have considerable strength.

If that spoiled brat had thought about this, he would have been more careful, but at this moment he didn't think that much, simply because he was burning with rage.

Being slapped in the face in front of so many people is something no one could accept, let alone a spoiled brat who was already bullying everyone in this small town. It was even more intolerable for him!

"Why wouldn't I dare! Watch your words next time, my grandfather is alive and well!" Ye Lang said coldly.

"You said it yourself! Your grandfather will be here within three days..."

"Smack!"

Ye Lang slapped him again, this time on the face, but on the other side. Now, the playboy's face looked quite handsome, a stark contrast.

"I'll say it again, this old man is no one of my people, I've never even seen him before," Ye Lang said, pointing at the old man. At this moment, it seemed that some people took Ye Lang's words to heart and thought that Ye Lang might not really be what they thought.

Here, even this spoiled brat dares to hit someone. How could such a person not acknowledge who his grandfather is?

"Stop trying to deny it, he said you are!" The spoiled brat was blinded by anger and kept bringing up the matter.

"Does what he says make it true? If he says you're his grandson, does that make you his grandson?" Ye Lang retorted.

"... He had no reason to lie to me. You don't even know each other, so why would he say you are?" The playboy's tone weakened, but his resentment towards Ye Lang did not diminish.

"How would I know? I hate people like that the most. I helped him, and he tries to take advantage of me! Doesn't he know who I am? Look at these clothes, silk, top quality!" Ye Lang said disdainfully.

At this moment, someone seemed to notice Ye Lang's attire. It was not the attire of an ordinary person; a single piece of clothing he wore could potentially earn more than an average person would in a year.

"This..." The spoiled young master was also puzzled. Even when the old man across the street was at his most glorious, his family couldn't afford such clothes, let alone now that they had fallen on hard times.

"It's nothing, I'm going to find an inn to rest. By the way, aren't you a local bigwig? Do you know where the best inn is?" Ye Lang asked the spoiled young master.

"Who's the local bully? I'm not a thug. The best hotel, I can tell you, is just ahead, but it's not cheap," the spoiled brat said.

"It's best if it's not cheap, my only hobby is spending money recklessly! Thank you..." Ye Lang smiled, thanked him, and then prepared to go to that place.

"You're welcome... wait... oh my god!!"

The spoiled brat suddenly remembered something: he hadn't settled the score for being slapped twice by Ye Lang, but he had forgotten about it because he was talking about Ye Lang's relationship with the old man.

This spoiled brat won't rest until this score is settled!