Luo Mingchuan was directly punched to the ground, crashing into the discounted promotional products on the shelf behind him.
Those things scattered everywhere, and among the mess, Luo Mingchuan painfully rubbed his cheek and stood up.
Before he could steady himself, his collar was grabbed again, followed by another fist landing hard on him!
Ou Jue, like the demon Satan controlling everything, was filled with an imposing aura. After throwing two punches, he nonchalantly moved his neck and casually swung his arm.
Hmph, ever since this man boastfully mentioned how Xia Xiyan had a childhood crush on him, Ou Jue couldn't stand him!
"Hiss..." Luo Mingchuan gasped in pain, completely unable to understand why Ou Jue came up to hit him.
For a moment, Luo Mingchuan's temper flared, "How can you be so unreasonable? I don't think I provoked you in any way, so why do I deserve your fists right away?"
"Why?" Ou Jue seemed to have heard a joke, sneering as he spoke, "Because I am Ou Jue!"
