"Didn't I tell you to get lost?" Qin Heng said indifferently. "Why do people always seem to be asking for trouble?"
"Are you threatening me?" Yang Ka sneered. "Kid, the organizer of this comic convention is my brother-in-law! This convention is my turf. You're being arrogant here? You're asking to die!"
The photographers surrounding Qin Heng and Song Ningran also sneered, looking down on Qin Heng with disdain. In their eyes, at a comic convention where photographers were highly sought after, a single word was enough to deal with this kid.
"Hey, hey! Everyone, be the judge!" Yang Ka shouted, pointing at Song Ningran. "I want to take pictures of this young lady, but this little lackey by her side just won't let me!
"Sure, there's nothing wrong with protecting your Goddess. But since she came to the comic convention dressed so beautifully, she definitely wants photographers to take pretty pictures of her. You're being far too obstructive; that's just too much!"
