"I, Ye, may not be known by everyone in Celestial Sea City, but who wouldn't respectfully call me Boss Ye when they see me? Who wouldn't come up and offer me a drink?"
"You sick cat really have some guts, barging in and acting tough while I'm trying to rest and have some fun, quite bold!"
Ye Huan clapped his hands and asked casually, "Which leg kicked the door?"
"Right... right leg..." Brother Tiger replied sheepishly.
A minute later, seeing Ye Huan silent, Brother Tiger gritted his teeth, pulled out a dagger, and fiercely stabbed it into his own right thigh, blood immediately flowing out from the wound.
"And what about the yelling and shouting, how should that be dealt with?" Ye Huan continued.
Without a moment's hesitation, Brother Tiger raised his calloused hand and crazily slapped his own face.
"Slap. Slap. Slap."
The force was so great that he hadn't slapped himself a few times before the blood started seeping from the corners of his mouth, and his face swelled.
