Black Horse

Obviously, the background of this young man in embroidered clothes wasn’t simple.

However, was Duan Ling Tian the type of person that would throw his dignity beneath another’s feet and allow another to trample upon him due to being afraid of another’s background?

The answer was no!

"Kid!" The middle aged man’s face sank when he saw Duan Ling Tian was so insensible, then he shouted in a cold voice. "Do you know who my Young Master is? Let me tell you, my Young Master isn’t someone a lowly commoner like you can offend… If you’re sensible then quickly f**k off, or it might be too late to regret!"

"Too late to regret?" Duan Ling Tian put away the 10,000 gold in his hand then glanced indifferently at the middle aged man that was bloated with arrogance, and his face held a smile since the beginning. "Then I’m curious, exactly how will you make me feel it’s too late for regret?"

Duan Ling Tian’s mood was extremely bad because his meal was disturbed.