"What are you acting so pretentious for? You just scammed your guest, didn't you? What did he give you? Given his stature, it was likely something nice. Come on, what did he give you? The nest has reached a bottleneck and needs some upgrades."
Yang Qing's sage-like demeanor instantly shattered. His expression crumpled and transformed into that of a vengeful rogue about to collect payment.
"You vile bird," Yang Qing said through gritted teeth as his body instantly disappeared from the entrance of his abode and reappeared beside one of the tables, where Yang Shitong was already seated, chopsticks in hand, helping himself to the leftover shredded beef.
Seemingly having anticipated the attack, Shitong swung his sleeve, intercepting Yang Qing's punch.
"See if I don't defeather you today," Yang Qing coldly said as he poured more force into his fist.
