An Arrogant Follower

"Brat, didn't you hear us tell you to get lost?" The four men humphed coldly.

Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "You're quite pompous for people with weak abilities."

"What!?" One man walked forward. "Do you have any idea who my young master is?"

"Oh, who is it?" Ling Han asked, smiling. He really couldn't care less.

"Zhang Tong, Young Master Tong!" this man declared proudly as if he himself was that Zhang Tong.

Ling Han gave an 'oh', and continued, "So going by that logic, you are the lapdog of a lapdog, the so-called second dog?"

"You, you, you…" The man pointed furiously at Ling Han. "Are you tired of living?"

"Oh, so this is how the Majestic Heaven Sect treats guests?" Ling Han asked.

"Wrong, we are not the disciples of the Majestic Heaven Sect, and thus have no need to be restricted by the rules of the sect," this man said sinisterly. Then, he snapped his fingers. "Brothers, let us give this guy a profound lesson."