C398 They Are All My Disciples

"Kid, how dare you scold me?" Shang Youcai looked over with a smile. His eyes were cold, but there was not a trace of a smile.

"I am going to scold you. What's wrong? Damn fatty!" Spittle flew everywhere from the young master of the Flower Capital. His fingers were poking and poking, almost reaching Fatty Shaang's nose.

"Boom..." A figure flew out and Fatty Shaang slapped him