Liang Shan, with his white hair, had a ruddy complexion and carried himself with a composed and profound air.
He was clad in a Tang suit and black cloth shoes below, a simple and plain outfit, yet he radiated an imposing aura without showing anger.
In the midst of everyone's reverent gazes, Liang Shan gradually approached with measured steps, neither too fast nor too slow.
"Sigh, consider yourselves lucky, you two little pigs."
Ye Xuan shook his head and sighed, extinguishing his cigarette butt as the gleam of coldness in his eyes faded away, and he spoke indifferently.
What!
"What did you just say, kid? That we're lucky?"
The two Zhu brothers cleaned their ears, thinking they must have heard wrong.
Ye Xuan was right; these Zhu brothers really had some nerve, actually asking him to spit for them.
Had it not been for Liang Shan's arrival at that moment, he would have been ready to make a move!
The appearance of Liang Shan could be said to have saved the two brothers.