The dignity of a nobody?
Lei Ahlong suddenly raised his head, staring blankly at Ye Chen, with Ye Chen's words echoing in his mind over and over.
If a man loses his dignity, what's the difference between living and being dead? He's nothing but a walking corpse.
No matter how difficult the situation was, it never knocked him down, but Ye Chen's words made Lei Ahlong's eyes redden.
"Dignity? You, a street vendor, talk to me about dignity? That's a joke,"
Brother Hao sneered upon hearing this, speaking disdainfully.
"I've tolerated you for a long time; how dare you act so arrogant in front of me."
Lei Ahlong roared, took a swift step forward, and suddenly appeared in front of Brother Hao. His fierce aura was overwhelming, and he slapped Brother Hao across the face.
The slap was hefty, and the crisp sound of the smack echoed. A red palm print appeared on Brother Hao's face, and he was sent flying, blood and teeth scattering as he heavily fell to the ground.