"My name is Song Xiaotian."
"Remember to come get revenge on me, or even I'll look down on you."
Song Xiaotian patted Qingyuan's face, taunting him with utter arrogance.
Qingyuan didn't dare respond, or even meet Song Xiaotian's eyes. He hurried away with his men.
As he passed the Seventh Master, the Seventh Master gave him a hard backhanded slap too.
Slapped again just as he was leaving, Qingyuan froze, staring at the Seventh Master with a look of aggrieved frustration, not understanding why he had hit him.
The Seventh Master withdrew his right hand and chuckled. "Just saying hello..."
Qingyuan trembled with rage, perhaps because he had never suffered such humiliation before, and in front of several of his lackeys, no less.
He clenched his fists and left without a word.
"Hey, that youngster has no manners at all."
After Qingyuan left, Song Xiaotian came over and patted my shoulder. "All right, cheer up. It's your birthday. Just think of it as stepping in a pile of dog shit on your way out."
I forced a smile and could only say it was fine.
Besides, who the fuck could I blame? I could only blame myself for being too weak.
I'd have to get a gym membership and learn some fighting skills from the Seventh Master and Song Xiaotian. Otherwise, if I ran into Qingyuan again someday, he'd beat me to death for sure.
Song Xiaotian asked why I'd booked a private room.
I said there were quite a few of us, so of course I had to book one. Besides, it was a little noisy outside.
Song Xiaotian said birthdays were supposed to be lively. He insisted I cancel the private room and said we should eat in the main dining area.
I had no choice but to