"Deaf, huh? Want me to cure that for you?"
Seeing Ye Tian raise his palm, Zhang Sanpao shivered. He wasn't a pushover, but today's situation seemed far from simple.
Zheng Sanpao walked over, still holding that carrying pole.
"Brother He, what has this guy done to you?"
He Biandan got up from the ground, covered in mud and snow, filthy all over. He walked up to Zheng Sanpao, adjusted his glasses, one of the lenses was cracked, "Zheng Sanpao, give me back my money."
Zheng Sanpao scoffed, "He Biandan, I think you've gone dumb from carrying poles. You hit me first, I didn't ask for compensation for my medical expenses and now you want to swindle money from me? You're asking for it..."
"Smack!" A hefty slap landed on Zheng Sanpao's face, spinning him around three times until the people next to him steadied him, "Acting like I'm invisible? Told you to hand over the money, why the fuck are you still talking!"
