Chapter 127 Perfect Man

The man quickly slapped himself while nodding his head, looking quite comical.

"Alright, I'll let you go for today."

Su Chen brushed his hand, and the Silver Needle on the man's arm vanished.

"Okay, you can speak now."

"Er... No... At that time, I wanted Dongfang's tofu."

The man lowered his head as he spoke, not daring to look at the crowd. But as soon as he finished, Su Chen slapped the back of his head:

"What the hell are you saying? Speak clearly! If you don't clean up your act, I'll give you a taste of what you just felt!"

The man jolted in fright and, despite the sharp pain on his face, tried his best to enunciate clearly and repeat his sentence.

It was then that the crowd understood what he was saying—I originally wanted to eat Lin's president's tofu.

"Beat him to death, this trash!"

"Yes, this scum, a social reject!"

"How dare he think of eating my goddess's tofu, he's asking for death!"