Little Zhang's expression grew even more impatient, annoyed into fury, and she grabbed the ashtray from the table, hurling it at Chu Yang's head: "You scrawny little punk, how dare you threaten me."
"Kneel before me."
"Bitch."
Little Zhang raised her hand, gripping the ashtray, ready to smash it into Chu Yang's head.
Smack.
Chu Yang casually caught the ashtray, his eyes coldly fixed on Little Zhang.
When Little Zhang saw that Chu Yang had caught the ashtray, she tugged hard, but the ashtray didn't budge. "Huh?"
"Let it go."
Little Zhang used all her strength, but the ashtray remained motionless.
"Hmph."
Chu Yang snorted coldly, his grip on the ashtray tightening slightly.
Crackling!
The ashtray exploded in an instant, shards of glass scattering in all directions.
Startled, Little Zhang lunged at Chu Yang, biting at his arm: "Ahh, I'll bite you to death."
With a casual flick, Chu Yang sent Little Zhang's body flying, and she crashed to the floor.
Swish, swish, swish!!!