At first, Chen Yang assumed the three were guests of Qin Gang and wondered if he hadn't bought enough things. But now... Good heavens, what an explosive temper.
Before Chen Yang could speak, Qin Gang spoke up first. "You shouldn't speak to him with that kind of attitude."
"Ha!" Qin Shan scoffed. "And why is that? Don't tell me this kid is some big shot?"
"In any case, he is someone you cannot afford to provoke." Qin Gang narrowed his sallow, aged eyes, staring at Qin Shan as if he could already see the man's miserable end.
Qin Shan just shook his head with a faint smile and didn't argue further. He waved to the two young men. "Throw him out."
"Yes, sir!"
"Understood, Third Master."
The two men responded in unison. Turning, they each reached for Chen Yang's shoulders, attempting a classic grappling hold.
But before they could touch him—
BANG! BANG!
