"I told you to hit me again!" Fang Ziyang landed another vicious slap across the face, smack!
His palm was grasped by an iron-like grip, causing him so much pain that he grimaced and struggled to pull away, "Let go, let go!"
Yang Yu released his hand, and Fang Ziyang stumbled several steps backward before falling on his rear, grimacing in pain.
"Who are you? Daring to lay a hand on me in my company, you're asking for death!" Fang Ziyang glared at Yang Yu with fury, but his attention quickly shifted to Wen Yun and Tong Li'er.
Before Yang Yu could speak, Ji Yuqing hurriedly said, "Young Master Ziyan, Mr. Yang is an esteemed guest of our company. You must not be disrespectful!"
"Esteemed guest? If he really were, why would you be the only one entertaining him?" snarled Fang Ziyang fiercely, "Kid, you better not run. If I don't make you kneel and beg for mercy later, my last name isn't Fang!"