Zhao Xinchen smiled roguishly and sauntered towards Li Ankang.
Li Ankang was still showing off and bragging about how well his cousin was to him. All of a sudden, he felt a hand being put on his arm.
"Hey, punk, my girlfriend is not someone you can tease and molest. You're probably itching for a beating." After saying that, he pushed Li Ankang hard on his back.
He slammed his waist against the countertop of the bar, and the pain made him wince.
He glared at Zhao Xinchen with infuriation. "Who are you? Do you know who my cousin is? How dare you provoke me? You must be tired of living, eh?"
Li Ankang was arrogant, but Zhao Xinchen was even more arrogant than him.
"Haha, you're asking me who I am? Why don't you go to the upscale bars in the city and ask around? Everyone knows who I am. Punk, you're very arrogant, huh? Tell me, who's your cousin?"
