Scapegoat Bird

Scapegoat Bird

Thinking of the days they had tormented him, Wang Feifan's anger surged.

Wang Feifan really did make a move.

He flung Ms. Round Ball aside, sending her rolling several times across the ground.

Then he grabbed Fan Yu. "You disrespectful old bastard, fuck!"

He slapped Fan Yu across the face.

"Slap!"

A solid, resounding slap.

The moment he made a move, curses erupted all around him.

Beating an old man, beating a woman—he was utterly the scum of society.

Wang Feifan swept his gaze over the people cursing him.

He was furious inside.

People these days did not distinguish black from white, yet they were accusing him just like that.

It was truly disgusting beyond measure.

After being slapped, Fan Yu still refused to let go, clutching him tightly.

Wang Feifan could endure no more. He raised his hand, ready to slap him again.

Just as the slap was about to fall.

A figure moving at incredible speed suddenly approached.

He raised a hand and grabbed Wang Feifan's arm before it could strike.

"A grown man beating an old man? Where's your shame?"

The other man's grip was powerful enough to make Wang Feifan's arm ache.

An absolute expert.

Wang Feifan looked at him.

He was a bronze-skinned man with a burly build and sharp eyes.

He was clearly skilled.

Wang Feifan jerked his hand. "Get lost. Don't stick your nose into other people's business!"

The man frowned and gave a cold snort. "I, Yang Wanjun, am handling this business today!"

The newcomer was none other than Yang Wanjun.

After arranging his subordinate's corpse, he had wanted to find a temporary place to stay.

That would make it easier for him to handle matters in the imperial capital.

He had only driven over here when he saw what