"It was clearly your Tibetan Mastiff that attacked people first, so how dare you play the victim and come after us for justice?"
Ye Chuxue's almond eyes were wide open as she angrily spoke.
The bald man glanced around, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "The Tibetan Mastiff attacked someone? I didn't see it. Tell me, who did it injure?"
Hearing his unreasonable response, even the quick-witted Ye Chuxue was rendered speechless.
Li Chen stepped forward, took Ye Chuxue's hand, and smiled lightly, "Xue'er, don't waste your breath on these people. To them, fists are the only truth that matters!"
The bald man said with smug satisfaction, "This young brother here is wise, knowing that fists are the real deal. Unfortunately, here in Jiangnan, Lord Long's fists are the absolute truth!"
