The chillness Shi Xueman emitted was piercing. The temperature within the tavern lobby dropped abruptly.
She was angry.
Those in the lobby had long dispersed. They’d known that something terrible was going to happen the moment Yang Wuchang walked in. Yet, they never would’ve expected that this outsider had actually dared to give him a tight slap.
Too crazy!
Their faces were white as a sheet. All they wanted to do was to stand as far as possible. A furious Fickle Yang spoke no reason, so those involved in this would definitely be dead.
Yang Wuchang had very decent abilities. He’d merely been careless earlier. He was different from other rich fellows who enjoyed life all day. While he was a lowly scum, he never did compromise on his own training. Plus, his uncle was a combat master and often guided him, so his abilities were rather commendable.
He threw himself toward Shi Xueman.