"You..."
The two words "f*ck you" hadn't yet escaped the mouth of that foolish young man.
Ye Xuan raised his hand, delivering a slap that harshly landed on the young man's face.
"Slap!"
The sound of the slap was extremely clear.
Blindsided by the slap, the young man looked utterly bewildered.
"F*ck!"
The foolish young man's expression twisted with rage. He grabbed a chair, swinging it fiercely at Ye Xuan's head.
"Get lost!"
Ye Xuan delivered a sidekick, severely injuring the young man.
"Bang!"
The young man's abdomen caved in, and he flew sideways, crashing heavily onto the ground, his mouth full of blood, passing out.
"Frankly speaking, anyone who dares to bad-mouth me behind my back is nothing but trash. I don't mean anyone specific; I mean all of you, you're all trash."
Ye Xuan stubbed out his cigarette, smirking contemptuously. His cold gaze swept over these people, indifferently stating.
"F*ck, who's trash?"
