"What did you call me?" Frank Anderson's face gradually turned cold.
The young man didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and impatiently said, "I called you an old fart! Get out of the way, I don't want to bully an old man!"
After saying this, the young man looked at me again.
He pointed at my nose and said, "You want a ticket, right? Alright, ten thousand dollars a piece! If you don't have money, I'll take your girlfriend. She can keep me company, and I'll give it to you for free, how about that?"
Upon hearing this, I could no longer hold back.
I raised my hand and slapped the young man right on the mouth.
Though I held back some power, the slap still left the young man's mouth full of blood.
"You... you dare to hit me, huh? You... you just wait!" The young man said angrily.
I looked at him coldly and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat your mouth to a pulp."
Feeling the murderous spirit from me, the young man shivered in fear.
