You have to understand, the two formidable, black-clad bodyguards flanking Zheng Kuangyi were the Black Clothes Gang's top enforcers—the best fighters they had. Yet now, they hadn't even seen Chen Fei move before their boss was slapped again. How could their faces not burn with shame?
"You little shit, you're looking for death!" In the next moment, faces contorted with malice, they closed in. Their muscles and bones emitted a terrifying CREAKING sound as they advanced.
Zheng Kuangyi, having been slapped again, was truly enraged. Clutching his burning cheek, he roared with a vicious expression, "Fuck! Kill him for me! I, Zheng Kuangyi, will take responsibility for anything that happens. Just break his legs!"
"Yes! Boss."
