"Face?"
"What face have you got left to save!"
Yang Ge roared in fury, seized Shen Fa by the collar, hoisted him up, and bam, bam, slammed him from side to side.
He was not actually using his full strength, and Shen Fa, with his Qi Sea Realm cultivation, was hardly so fragile that a puff of wind could knock him over.
But being battered like this dealt a double blow to both body and mind, and Shen Fa still howled in pain.
After slamming him around five or six times, Yang Ge let go, planted his hands on his hips, and glared down at him. "I'm telling you, try scheming against me again, and I'll break your legs!"
Then he widened his eyes and swept his gaze over the Embroidered-Clad Strongmen pointing steel sabers at him.
That ferocious look sent the whole group of Embroidered-Clad Strongmen retreating.
Yang Ge turned and walked away. After a few steps, he broke into a run, laughing at the top of his lungs as he went, as happy as a hundred-and-some-pound child.
Shen Fa spat out several mouthfuls of dust, forced his battered body to its feet, and shouted after his retreating back, "Where are you going?"
Without looking back, Yang Ge shouted, "Home!"
What?
You came all this way just to beat me up?
Shen Fa completely lost his composure and roared, hopping mad, "Yang Ergou, this isn't over!"
"Hahaha..."
Yang Ge laughed even louder, racing back the way he had come like a gust of wind, determined not to give that bastard Shen Fa a chance to even the score.
When the pedestrians saw this fearsome fellow, who dared to beat up even a high-ranking Embroidered Uniform Guard officer in the street, charging toward them, they hurried to either side of