Jia Youqian was extremely derisive towards Qin Heng and didn't take him seriously at all.
After all, in his view, a boy wearing washed-out jeans and a cheap t-shirt was certainly from an ordinary working-class family, not even worthy of comparison with him.
The gap was too large; it was like comparing clouds in the sky to stones in a muddy ditch!
However, Qin Heng remained calm and said indifferently, "I'll give you one more chance. Kneel, kowtow to apologize to me, and give yourself a hundred slaps. Then I might still spare you. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
"Hahaha!!" Jia Youqian burst out laughing, looked at Qin Heng arrogantly, and said, "I'll regret it? Me? Regret it?? Just because of you, this poor piece of trash?
Little runt! Let me tell you, even if you wanted to fight me to the death, you wouldn't get the chance. I have plenty of bodyguards; they could crush you with one hand!
