The little trickster was chewing on a chicken bone, eyeing Liu Zixuan with one big eye and one small eye: "What? You want to hit me?"
Liu Zixuan wiped the grease off his mouth with a napkin from the side and smiled: "The word 'hit' isn't quite right. For someone like you, I think 'beat up' is more suitable!"
"Ha! I'm not afraid of you!"
The little trickster spit out the chicken bone and said arrogantly: "Let me tell you, besides fortune-telling, I also hustle people. You hit me once, and I'll have you pay till you're bankrupt!"
Pfft!
Liu Zixuan thought this guy wanted to spar with him for a bit but didn't expect him to come out with this.
Such a sudden absurdity, it almost gave Liu Zixuan a backache!
Really made him want to spit out a mouthful of salty soda at him.
He finished the last few bites of noodles with his chopsticks, "I can't be bothered with your nonsense. Your tricks might work on those ignorant people, but not in front of me."
