Shen Haoran's eyes narrowed, and a palpable killing intent enveloped Lan Yansheng.
Feeling the frigid killing intent wafting from Shen Haoran, Lan Yansheng broke out in a cold sweat that soaked his robes in an instant. He stared into Shen Haoran's icy eyes, not daring to doubt for a second that he would be killed in the next moment.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing? I'll have you know, I'm the young master of the Lan Family! Let go of me this instant! Otherwise, my family will make you pay!" Lan Yansheng stammered. 'In his eyes, a behemoth like the Lan Family was not someone this punk in front of him could afford to provoke.'
SLAP— However, the words had barely left his mouth when Shen Haoran's fan-sized hand slammed across Lan Yansheng's face. A spray of blood and broken teeth flew through the air. A bright red palm print bloomed on his cheek, and the flesh beneath it began to swell.
