No one knew exactly how this True God Stage middle-aged man had provoked Jiang Beisheng. He had now been beaten until he was barely alive; not only was he in a wretched state, he was even struggling to crawl up and beg for mercy.
"Young Master Jiang, you are magnanimous—please spare this lowly one just once. I truly didn't know you were in the teahouse. If I had known, I would never have dared disturb your enjoyment." The True God Stage man coughed violently, yet still endured the pain wracking his body as he bowed and pleaded.
Jiang Beisheng showed not the slightest hint of pity. Divine power swirled around him as he sent another palm strike crashing directly into the man.
With that strike, the True God Stage man was thoroughly beaten until he was half-dead.
Everyone nearby drew sharp breaths, yet no one dared step in to help, terrified of provoking Jiang Beisheng.
It could be said that even if this man were beaten to death right now, no one would dare pull Jiang Beisheng away.
Though Taiyun Teahouse possessed some reputation, it too did not dare entertain even the slightest thought of intervening.
"Hmph, you didn't know? Does not knowing count as an excuse? Since you didn't know, you should have opened your eyes wide and seen whether this young master might come here at any time!" Jiang Beisheng flicked his sleeve. His cold, contemptuous, and arrogant bearing made everyone lower their heads as he turned around.
Jiang Beisheng had long grown accustomed to others fearing him. Thus, whenever he was in a bad mood, anything could become the fuse that set him off.
This True God Stage man had undoubtedly been unlucky enough to run straight into the muzzle of the gun.
His anger had yet