Long Yan's reaction speed clearly took the two black-clothed men by surprise. The black-clothed man scrutinized Long Yan for a moment but realized that the person standing before him was indeed the Long Yan he knew. How could a good-for-nothing possibly evade his punch?
"It must be because I held back just now, so my punching speed was slower."
The chubby black-clothed man seemed to self-soothe with this reasoning, for otherwise, how could this good-for-nothing possibly dodge 30% of his strength?
"Young Master Long, I advise you to be sensible. If not for the young lady's attitude toward you, you'd have long been thrown into the lake before us."
Clearly, the black-clothed men looked down on Long Yan. To them, he was nothing but a presumptuous man relying on the Emperor Clan's Miss. Such a pretty boy could hardly earn the respect of experts like them. But no matter how they remembered the Long Yan of the past, the one standing before them was no longer the same Long Yan.
"Oh?"
