Ye Huan twirled the toothpick in his mouth, walked over, and looked Pratch straight in the eye with a calm expression, "You were looking for me?"
"So you're Ye Huan?" Pratch chuckled lightly, his face full of mockery.
"What's the matter?" Ye Huan's face remained calm.
Pratch sneered dismissively, turning to Anan, "Brother Nan, you spent twenty million just to have me deal with this kind of guy?"
"Brother Pratch, he may not look like much, but he's actually pretty strong, though in front of you..." Anan said with a flattering smile, "He's no match!"
"You're right about that."
"It's just that this guy is so small, I'm afraid..."
Pratch's face was full of meaning as he patted Anan on the shoulder, "I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength and kill him with one punch, you know..."
The implication was: if I punch him, he might die, so making sure to break five limbs is a bit tricky.
"Brother Pratch, this..." Anan looked awkward.
