Slaps (3)

"What do you want to do now?" Ye Lang frowned as he looked at the spoiled young master standing in front of him. This was the third time he had been stopped by this man.

"What are you doing? You slapped me twice, do you think you can just walk away like that?" the spoiled brat said coldly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to cause trouble, but you went a bit too far with your words just now, so I slapped you twice," Ye Lang said apologetically. However, his words were meant to provoke others, making it difficult to sense any genuine remorse from him.

"Sorry! Is saying sorry enough? I'm going to fight back now," the spoiled brat said.

"Oh, then I'll let you slap me back twice!" Ye Lang said calmly, as if he was sincerely apologizing. He had already let someone slap him back, so his sincerity was quite obvious.

Ye Lang's words stunned the spoiled young master. He had thought it would take some effort, but he never expected Ye Lang to tell him to fight back. This was something he had never seen before.

Generally speaking, in such situations, even if someone knows they are wrong, they rarely ask for a retaliation; at most, they will apologize.

"Alright, stand firm!" the spoiled brat said, then spat twice and rubbed his hands together as if he wanted to slap Ye Lang to death.

He raised his hand and slapped her hard, using all his strength...

"Smack!"

This was the voice that the spoiled brat wanted, but it didn't actually come. His slap missed its mark, and Ye Lang somehow dodged it.

The force he unleashed caused him to lose control for a moment, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was trained and managed to avoid embarrassment.

Seeing Ye Lang standing calmly in front of him, the spoiled brat was filled with rage. After straightening up, he slapped Ye Lang again, this time with even greater force, as if he wanted to unleash all his strength and kill him.

At this moment, anyone could sense just how furious this spoiled brat was!

But this time, it was all for naught again!

He still didn't know how Ye Lang dodged it. Anyway, he still couldn't hit him. And because of his excessive force, he spun around before he could steady himself.

"Are you kidding me?" the spoiled brat roared.

"Playing tricks on you? I don't have time for that! Alright, you've already slapped me twice, so that's fine. I'm leaving now," Ye Lang said expressionlessly.

"What?! I hit you?! You dodged it all!" the spoiled brat shouted angrily.

"I only said you could hit me, I didn't say I wouldn't dodge," Ye Lang said blankly, his face saying, "How could you be such an idiot?"

The spoiled brat was about to lose his temper. He continued, "You can't dodge!!"

"Why can't you dodge? Let me ask you, if I hit you, would you dodge?" Ye Lang looked at the spoiled young master with some curiosity.

"Of course I'll dodge. Do you think I'm an idiot, standing there letting you hit me?" the spoiled brat said.

"That's it. Of course I'll dodge if you hit me, otherwise I'd be an idiot like you," Ye Lang said blankly.

"... You just hit me, so you can't dodge!!"

"I didn't tell you not to dodge when I hit you. It's your own fault for being stupid and not being able to dodge. How can you blame me for that?" Ye Lang said disdainfully.

"..."

Ye Lang's words silenced the spoiled young master. Ye Lang's words seemed to make sense, but he always felt there was something wrong with them, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"No, that's not how it's calculated!!"

The spoiled brat stood on the street for a long time, and he finally figured it out. But he realized that at this moment, he was alone with the people pointing and whispering about him, while Ye Lang had long since disappeared.

"Damn it! I've really messed up this time, but I'll remember this grudge!!"

What was Ye Lang doing at this time?

He had just checked into the hotel and was having dinner in the hotel restaurant when a figure that made him a little uncomfortable appeared. However, he only frowned and did not do anything.

Until this person came up to him, and this person had forced his way here, with several guards behind him, who were about to drag him away.

"Let me go! I am this young master's guest. He sent me here!"

The man shouted, which made the guards hesitate and look towards Ye Lang.

"Let him go!" Ye Lang said, frowning as he looked at the man.

"Yes, Young Master, please!" Seeing Ye Lang's response, the guard stopped pressuring the man and bowed before taking his leave.

"Sit down! Help yourself to the food on this table, but I'm warning you, don't try to impose your will on me again, and don't use me as an excuse, or next time, I won't be so polite to you." Ye Lang frowned, then got up to leave; he had no appetite to eat with this person.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Ye Lang, I didn't mean it. But since you said I'm not going to live much longer, please help me." The man said immediately. He was the old man Ye Lang had met before, the one who claimed to be Ye Lang's grandfather.

"If I can help, I will, but I don't like your behavior. Just because you're about to die doesn't mean you can expect others to do things for you. They're just pitying you, they don't owe you anything!" Ye Lang said coldly.

If the old man had sincerely asked him for help before, he wouldn't mind helping under certain conditions. But the problem is that from the beginning, the old man used his pitiful state and old age to force Ye Lang to do something, as if Ye Lang owed him something.

This made Ye Lang very unhappy, and he felt a bit disgusted with the old man.

"I know I was wrong, Young Master Ye Lang. Please, I beg you, help me fulfill one wish! This is my only wish, and it will also benefit you!" the old man said to Ye Lang, and knelt down.

Ye Lang quickly helped the old man up. He didn't want to be knelt on, especially by an elderly person, as that would bring bad luck!

"Old man, don't kneel before me, I can't accept it! Tell me, what exactly is this matter? If I can do it, I will definitely help you complete it," Ye Lang said. Since the other party had already knelt down, what else could he say?

The old man looked around and then said, "It's not convenient to talk here. Can we find a quiet place to talk?"

"Okay! Let's go to the back courtyard then." Ye Lang nodded.

"..." The old man hesitated for a moment and looked at the food on the table.

"Waiter! Bring this meal to my yard!" Ye Lang could tell that the old man wanted to eat; he looked extremely thin and clearly hadn't eaten for a long time.

Previously, Ye Lang's small amount of roasted meat seemed far from enough to fill the old man's stomach!