C465 The Femme Fatale

The young man clutched his face, revealing that half of it had swelled up like a pig's head, making for a rather ridiculous sight.

He grimaced and inhaled sharply, casting a hostile glance at Wood.

"Oh?"

"Apologize to you? Wasn't it you who bumped into me? How is your injury my problem? If anything, you owe me an apology," Wood said with a sly grin.

He was in high spirits today