Wan Hong had a chubby, pale face that looked harmless, but now it was filled with gloom and an extremely sinister expression, completely different from that harmless appearance.
However, in Fang Yi’s eyes, there was no difference between him and Qian and Lin Ye.
Though they say a barking dog doesn’t bite, you have to see if the dog is deliberately silent or just too scared to bark.
Some people truly have confidence, while others pretend to have it, thinking they’re impressive and everyone should respect them. Wan Hong was one of those people.
Previously, he remained silent and let Qian and Lin Ye target Fang Yi.
And now, with Qian and the others gone, Wan Hong deliberately provoked, wearing a mysterious facade.
As far as Fang Yi was concerned, this was just showing off.
But to try and show off in front of Fang Yi, Wan Hong was being overly naive.
Wan Hong seemed about to get angry, and his anger level had reached its peak when suddenly, Song Wuliang glared at him and shouted angrily, "You white-faced fatty, what are you trying to do? Where do you think you’re putting your hands? Trying to flip the table like Crow Bro? Eat shit!"
Qian’er frowned slightly, "Big Brother Song, don’t be so rude."
Song Wuliang gave an awkward smile and said, "Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’ll be careful."
After saying that, Song Wuliang still kept a close watch on Wan Hong, fearing he might flip the table.
If the table was flipped, how would they eat!
Fang Yi slowly said, "Song fatty, don’t worry, if he dares to flip the table, just chop off his hands, and I’ll treat you to a big meal at Purple Vine Bay."
Song Wuliang said, "But if I chop off his hands, wouldn’t his dad kill me?"
Fang Yi replied, "You have the Song family backing you, what are you afraid of!"
Song Wuliang pondered and said, "That’s true... Anyway, with Brother Yi covering me, I’m not scared!"
"Good job, now go over and slap him a few times to show him your strength!"
"Well..." Song Wuliang hesitated a bit, "I think you’re better at this, Brother Yi. It’d be best if you do it."
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Song Wuliang immediately stood up, speaking sternly, "As a man, one should have manly pride! It’s just slapping someone after all, I, Song Wuliang, will not shy away!"
To show off in front of Qian’er, Song Wuliang suddenly gained courage, bypassed the table, and walked towards Wan Hong.
Wan Hong’s eye muscles twitched; it wasn’t fear of being slapped, but the humiliation from Fang Yi and the others that fueled an unquenchable anger in his heart.
Initially, Wan Hong thought he could control the situation and negotiate; after all, his father was Wan Feiyang, the Hall Master of Qingmu Hall, a real first-rank Heavenly Level master. This Fang Yi should have some consideration.
However, what Wan Hong couldn’t have anticipated was that Fang Yi simply didn’t take him seriously at all.
Now, he was even sending Song Wuliang to slap him in the face; if Wan Hong dared to resist, who knows what retaliation might come.
Wan Hong was both furious and apprehensive!
Seeing Song Wuliang coming over, the gloomy-faced Wan Hong immediately shouted angrily, "Fat pig, get away from me!"
"I’m so handsome, yet you dare call me a fat pig? You deserve a beating!"
Song Wuliang was annoyed. Being called a fat pig by this pale fatty, how could he hold back?
Immediately, Song Wuliang rushed forward and slapped Wan Hong directly on the face.
With a loud smack, you could tell Song Wuliang didn’t hold back at all!
Wan Hong stood there, stunned by the slap.
He then roared angrily, "You damn fat pig, how dare you hit me?! I want you dead!"