Outside the restaurant, a figure slipped in like a ghost, evading all the watchful eyes and arrived at the private room's entrance.
Master Leu, who stood guard at the doorway, had already sensed something amiss and straightened his posture, saying coldly, "Scoundrel, this isn't where you belong, get the hell out!"
Ye Ming looked at him with equally cold eyes and shouted, "The one who should get lost is you!"
Master Leu's brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of anger appeared on his face as he cursed, "Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for not being polite!"
Before he could finish his words, Ye Ming had already made his move.
All at once, Ye Ming pushed off the ground and charged forward, closing the distance between him and Master Leu.
"Die!"
Ye Ming's eyes were blood-red, filled with murderous intent.
Master Leu was shocked, having not expected Ye Ming to possess such high martial skills.