"You, you..."
Guo Zifan's face flushed beet red. His hand trembled as he raised it to point at Yang Hu. "You're calling me trash?" he said indignantly.
"You can't even take one of my punches. If you're not trash, what are you?" Yang Hu retorted with interest. He then drew his paratrooper knife, held it in a reverse grip, and slowly walked toward him. "You dare to have designs on my Sisi? Watch how I'll take care of you!"
At this, Guo Zifan was genuinely scared. He had already lost the ability to fight. With his opponent about to make a move, he didn't have the slightest chance to resist.
"What do you want to do?!"
"I am the Helmsman of the Martial Association's Lingjin City branch! My uncle is the Association President, also known as the prince! Do you dare touch me?" Guo Zifan yelled with all his might.
"What?" Yang Hu was visibly taken aback, but then the corners of his mouth curled into a wide grin.
