Pei Jinye scoffed, "Polite? Do I need to be polite with you? Just spit it out already!"
Song Shanhe's expression turned ugly.
The fat man behind him gently pushed him.
Song Shanhe then spit out a name.
Pei Jinye turned and walked away.
"Recorded," Song Shanhe hurriedly said.
Pei Jinye stood at the bustling intersection and looked back, "Just kidding, idiot."
Song Shanhe instantly felt like he had swallowed a fly and was about to rush over and beat Pei Jinye up, but he was firmly held back by the fat man behind him.
"Don't be impulsive... Making a scene on the street will only blow things up."
After much persuasion, Song Shanhe finally gave up, "This son of a bitch! So deceitful!"
The skinny man beside him chuckled lightly, "I heard before that this kid plays dirty. Otherwise, how could he have escaped from the Western Continent alone..."