"You... you... you... damn... don't imitate... imitate me, got it." The stuttering man finally managed to get a sentence out, making his group of underlings anxious.
"I..." Ye Hao wanted to mess around a bit, but Lin Ruyu gave him a glare and muttered, "Stop speaking like him. Just listening to him makes me anxious; he can't string a complete sentence together in ages."
"Alright, alright!" Ye Hao shrugged helplessly, then turned to ask the stuttering man, "Why are you looking for me? And why are you carrying knives and swords in public? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"
"I... I... ain't... ain't afraid." The stuttering man said disdainfully, then pulled out a chair and sat down.
Xue Zhaolong was beside him, and when the man sat down, Xue Zhaolong yanked the chair hard, causing him to end up on the ground, making everyone laugh out loud, even the stuttering man's underlings couldn't help but chuckle.
