As soon as he spoke, the man's figure shot forward. His large hand lunged angrily for Qin Fan! Although he wouldn't go so far as to seriously injure a boy of sixteen or seventeen, that didn't stop him from deciding to teach him a proper lesson.
Nearby, Ye Congjun didn't stop the middle-aged man's presumptuous action. By now, it wasn't just Ye Xuan who was curious; he himself was growing ever more intrigued. Besides, he knew the man would act with restraint.
"Courting death!"
The fury Qin Fan had been suppressing was finally unleashed. He shot the middle-aged man a cold glare, his eyes filled with a frigid bleakness, as if he were looking at an ant.
After his shout, Qin Fan remained seated, as still and solid as a mountain. In the next instant, the man's thick, calloused hand was before him, aiming straight for the collar of his shirt. He intended to grab Qin Fan, hoist him high into the air, and teach him the kind of respect a boy his age ought to show.
