Lin Yun's words left Qin Feng stunned for a long moment, then his body began to tremble uncontrollably—with rage. 'I've always thought of myself as a scoundrel, but who would've guessed this ordinary-looking guy is even more shameless than me? How could he come up with an excuse like that?'
"You scoundrel!" Qin Feng roared furiously. "I won't pay you a thing! If you have the guts, just try and lay a hand on me. I guarantee you won't live to see tomorrow."
Lin Yun's only response was a series of slaps. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three lightning-fast slaps landed on Qin Feng's face, which instantly turned bright red.
"The Qin Family doesn't scare me. But since you brought them up, I'll certainly pay them a visit. Before that, compensate them for their losses." As he spoke, Lin Yun pointed a finger toward the old man and the young girl at the side.
Qin Feng said nothing, but it was clear from his expression that getting him to compensate the pair was out of the question.
