C902 The foundation of the demonic sect

"What a cackle!" Qin Lang sneered at Yang Fei.

"You … You actually hit me? " Young Master Yang Fei had always been an arrogant person. When had he ever been slapped like this, and in this shopping mall at that? This shopping mall is Young Master Yang's territory!

"I should hit you, it's sad to hit you!" Qin Lang snorted