บท 431: Zhu Xuan'er's Younger Brother

Ling Han smiled and said, "Really, thanks a lot!"

That Young Master Long looked very pleased with himself, but he had just barely completed the thought when he felt his vision darken. With a bang, his face was already crashed onto the table. With such a huge impact, the whole table split apart into multiple pieces, and his face was covered in soup.

"How dare you!" the four servants yelled furiously and moved to grab Ling Han.

Peng, peng, peng, peng. Ling Han instantly shot out four punches; the four servants gripped their chests tightly, their faces pale. They fell seated on the ground, feeling as if they had a breath of air that was stuck in their air pipes. It was too horrible a feeling for mere words to describe.

"F***, who asked you to be arrogant!" Ji De Rong rushed forwards and gave the four of them a round of punches and kicks.