"Songyong, stand down. Let me handle this."
Pei Jun rose leisurely, strolling toward Quan Songyong. Though tall, he had a refined look, enhanced by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
"Get lost! I refuse to accept this! I'm going to smash this bastard's shell!" Quan Songyong had clearly lost all reason. Without even turning his head, he roared, his bloodshot eyes still fixed on the unconcerned Master Song as he hammered away with his swollen fists.
"Heh, you're tired. Go and rest. I can handle this old turtle." Pei Jun's expression shifted slightly as he reached out with a smile to grab Quan Songyong's arm.
SLAP!
On the brink of a complete breakdown, Quan Songyong reacted instinctively, swinging a backhanded slap at him.
Hopelessly stupid... Hmph.
Pei Jun's eyes turned cold. He deftly caught Quan Songyong's thick arm. Then, with a clench of his five fingers, he triggered a hidden switch on the iron ring on his finger.
BZZZT!
