Chen Li swung a slap at Yang Qi, but before her hand could connect, he countered with a backhand slap of his own across her face.
Chen Li stared at Yang Qi in disbelief, her mind reeling. How could he be so skilled? I'm a Martial Artist, and a strong one at that, yet he struck first despite moving second! And he actually dared to hit me? Me, the young heiress of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall? My father is Chen Tiequan, the master of the hall!
"You! You dare to hit me?" Chen Li stammered, completely stunned.
"Shrew," Yang Qi said with a disdainful glance, then took Ye Qianqian's hand and walked into the hotel.
「The ballroom on the second floor.」
