Nie Wenling stood with her arms folded across her chest, looking at the group from the Judo Club with an annoyed expression on her face.
"I generally don't refuse a request from a beauty, even though you are not quite a beauty,"
Ye Luo quirked his lips with a smile.
"What did you say?"
Nie Wenling's face darkened, and she immediately glared at Ye Luo with a bellicose look, hands on her hips.
"You're not a beauty, you're a great beauty."
Ye Luo-s spread of flattery was just enough to normalize Nie Wenling's expression.
"Kid, are you the one who injured Brother Han?"
Tagawa Ichiro stared at Ye Luo, his eyes emanating a chilling frost, carrying a tone full of interrogation.
"Are you talking to me?"
Ye Luo blinked and looked at Tagawa Ichiro.
"Son of a bitch, of course I'm talking to you,"
Tagawa Ichiro's face turned fierce, as he said with seething anger.
"Oh, sorry, I only talk to people. I thought I heard a pig talking just now."
Ye Luo said seriously.