Li Ming slapped the non-existent dust off the soles of his shoes, lifted his chin, and flashed a look of utter contempt, his eyes sweeping over Lame Zhou as if looking at an insignificant ant. "Who do you think you are? Open your dog eyes and look around—I am from this Kaoshantun! Did you ask us before coming here to run amuck? You think nobody lives in Kaoshantun, is that it?" His voice was loud, echoing through the air with an inviolable aura.
Lame Zhou's face turned the color of pork liver in an instant, veins bulging on his forehead as he limped forward again, looking as though he wanted to swallow Li Ming alive.
Seeing this, Liu Cuilan lunged forward in a flash, grabbing him tightly with both hands. At the same time, she craned her neck, pointed a finger at Jiang Rou, and shrieked at the top of her lungs, her voice sharp enough to pierce an eardrum. "Son, that woman right there is Jiang Rou, the one Zhou Hong mentioned in her letter!" Her voice felt like a sharp blade piercing straight toward Jiang Rou.
Chapter 33