"Ah!"
Duan Qian clutched his shoulder tightly, letting out a scream like that of a pig being slaughtered, eyes bloodshot as he stared at the young man in black, "Who... who the hell are you?"
"For Yaan Jinghong's sake, I'm sparing your wretched life."
The young man in black picked up a wine jug, slowly stood up, and looked at Yaan Jinghong with a smiling gaze. Even though he uttered such ruthless words, there was not the slightest hint of killing intent, as if the person who had injured someone just now had nothing to do with him.
And yet, such a person, who seemed like a "drunken hooligan," caused even Yaan Jinghong to secretly shudder.
Just now, the young man in black had made a move that seemed to be a lesson for Duan Qian, but in reality, it was a display of his strength.
Yaan Jinghong's reaction speed turned out to be a step too slow, allowing the young man in black to succeed in his strike.
