"Kid, you dare refuse to sell?"
A deep, rich voice filled with anger suddenly rang out. Immediately afterward, a flash of golden light shot like lightning toward Huo Yuhao's stall.
"Ding—"
The golden light struck the grill with perfect accuracy and actually embedded itself completely within it. It was clearly a Gold Soul Coin.
Right after that, a figure strode over, swiftly passing the stunning girl and arriving at Huo Yuhao's stall. He raised a hand and reached for the two grilled fish on the grill.
"Heh, here to wreck our stall?"
Chen Ping put the half-eaten grilled fish in his hand into his storage ring.
The Touch Dragon Staff appeared in his hand, instantly extending into a long staff just over two meters long. He stepped forward, flicked the end of the Touch Dragon Staff, and unleashed a move—Carrying Pole Strikes Sparrow—striking directly at that large hand.
Smack!
The figure's hand was struck across the back by Chen Ping's staff. He immediately recoiled in pain and let out a cry.
The skin on the back of one's hand was relatively thin, with little tissue beneath it. Even parents knew to smack a child's palm rather than the back of their hand, which showed just how vulnerable that spot was.
Although Chen Ping had held back with that Carrying Pole Strikes Sparrow, it still made the figure bare his teeth in pain.
Chen Ping raised his head, only then getting a clear look at the figure. The other man was wearing formal attire rather than a school uniform, as though he intended to attend some sort of ceremony.
He looked about the same age as Bei Bei, tall and broad, with thick brows, tiger-like eyes, a straight nose, and square lips. Coupled with the slight baby fat on his face,