For a moment, this Young Master was utterly dumbstruck. He stood there like a crane among chickens, stiff as a wooden bird, not daring to say a word. He was shocked beyond measure. That slap of his had contained all his strength.
Yet such a terrifying blow had failed to budge the other man even a fraction. He now knew that he had seemingly kicked an iron plate today.
Perhaps he really had kicked an iron plate. This person looked utterly unremarkable, dressed in nothing special, and treated the worthy with humility, completely without airs. He seemed like nothing more than an ordinary, harmless man.
But he was a ruthless figure who played the fool to eat the tiger. Only once you exchanged blows with him would you understand just how terrifying he truly was. He was someone ordinary people could never hope to reach!
A big shot!!
So he was a big shot!!
Young Master in White turned pale with fright, his heart in utter turmoil. It felt as though his entire mind no longer belonged to him. He was so nervous that he could clearly feel his heart thudding wildly inside his chest, leaving him anxious and flustered.
It was as though someone had overturned a hanging bottle in his heart, tossing it up and down. He was already terrified now, because he had provoked the other party.
The other party truly might not let him go. There was no question about it. He had provoked many powerful people before, and such things had happened many times. Back then, he had once seen an old man and found him particularly unpleasant to look at. That old man had been a beggar on the street.
But he thought the beggar had neither power nor influence, so he took a