The young man glanced at Yin Tian disdainfully and sneered, "Kid, do you even know who I am? Still daring to talk to me like this."
Slap!
Yin Tian showed no mercy and landed a slap.
The young man was obviously stunned by the blow.
He covered his face, frozen for a few seconds before returning to his senses.
Just now Su Qinwei had slapped one side of his face, and now Yin Tian had slapped the other.
At this moment, both cheeks of the young man were swollen high, with clear handprints, making him look rather comical.
"Hit me! You damn dare to hit me!"
The young man's face turned extremely ugly as he lunged at Yin Tian.
However, Yin Tian, showing no regard for the young man's face, kicked him squarely as he charged toward him.
Thump!
The young man rolled backwards and out.
He continued to roll for over ten meters before stopping.
"Let's go."
Yin Tian didn't even bother to glance at the young man, his face filled with icy disdainful laughter.
"Stop right there!"