"What the hell are you staring at me for?"
The thug snatched twelve yuan from Li Ercang’s hand. Just as he reached to pat down Li Ercang’s pockets, he noticed the man staring at him with a gaze as fierce as a wolf’s. Being watched like that sent a shiver down the thug's spine, and he barked the question in a fit of shame-induced anger.
Li Ercang didn't react. He kept his eyes locked on the thug, the veins in his hands bulging. Hou Yong quickly interjected from the side: "Sorry about that. My brother here had a high fever when he was a kid and his brain got fried. He’s been a bit slow ever since. My apologies, really, my apologies."
Chapter 122