"Who the hell are you, kid?" When Ah Shan turned and saw a man in his thirties standing behind him, he was taken aback, for this was none other than Ling Zhenfei wearing a Human Skin Mask.
Ling Zhenfei said with a smile, "I'm just a passerby minding my own business, who I am doesn't matter."
Upon hearing this, Ah Shan became furious, "Dammit, are you looking for a beating? Get lost now before I lose my temper."
Ling Zhenfei laughed, "My brother, from the way you speak, one would think you own this place. Why can't I stand here?"
Ah Shan grew angrier, "Are you sick in the head? I run this bar; how is it not my place? Leave now before I get mad, or I'll make you crawl out, believe it or not."
"So, this bar is really yours, huh? How embarrassing. But you see, I've been told to roll out quite a lot; never had to crawl out, though. Why don't you try making me crawl?"
