Eyes wide and incredulous, Zhang Yifei asked, "You dared to slap me?" in a shrill voice, her face red from anger.
"Why wouldn't I?" Qin Hao said dismissively. "You think your pitiful look will still work on me? Stop dreaming! That's what you get for underestimating me!"
"You stupid piece of…"
"Of what?" Qin Hao interrupted. "Look at you raging now. You are losing your control, Yifei," he mocked before turning his attention to one of his men who was wheeling in a cart filled with equipment. "Do you have the torch?"
In response, the man handed him a simple torch that was attached to a bigger tank. A look of satisfaction flashed in Qin Hao's eyes before he smugly shifted his gaze to Zhang Yifei. "Are you scared now?"
