"Why are you calling me? Want a fight? What a joke. I'm not scared of you at all."
Jiang Shouyi looked at Ye Yizhou with his chin raised.
He talked the toughest, then took the biggest step back.
Even though a stage already separated them, Jiang Shouyi still couldn't help wanting to keep a certain straight-line distance between himself and Ye Yizhou.
"Tsk."
Ye Yizhou clicked his tongue softly, seemingly displeased about something. He closed his eyes briefly, tamped down his temper, then opened them to stare at Jiang Shouyi.
Jiang Shouyi: ...
It was a reflex!
He couldn't be blamed for that, could he?
Only someone who'd been beaten into submission knew the terror of being at Ye Yizhou's mercy!
Facing Ye Yizhou's murderous gaze, Jiang Shouyi steeled himself and stepped forward.
"Ye Yizhou, you've got guts. You actually dared to come."
Jiang Shouyi snorted at Ye Yizhou, then frowned and beckoned toward the people below the stage, snapping:
"What are you all sitting there staring for? Weren't you all saying you wanted to demand an explanation from Ye Yizhou and teach him a lesson? Huh?"
"There are so many of you, and you're scared of one guy? Are you that spineless? What the hell are you scared of?"
Jiang Shouyi started fanning the flames.
Crash!
Someone really did get worked up enough to grab a beer bottle from the table and smash it hard against the tabletop. He gripped the broken half tightly, pointing its sharp glass at Ye Yizhou.
"I couldn't stand you back in school. Don't think beating us in one fight makes you so fucking great. Who knows who'll get knocked down with one punch and start bawling now?"
"Exactly. Ye Yizhou, since you dared to come today, don't expect to walk out of here