"What an idiot." At this moment, Jin Guozhong shouted, feeling a bit frustrated by Xiang Yu's perceived lack of progress.
Everyone was disappointed. Although they didn't particularly like Xiang Yu, they disliked Fang Xiaoming even more; Fang Xiaoming was just a piece of trash.
Xiang Yu wore a terrified expression, then looked at Fang Xiaoming and said, "I'm a bit regretful now, I want to take my crutches back."
Seeing Xiang Yu like this, Fang Xiaoming felt very pleased and then said, "Since you've thrown them away, don't use them anymore."
Fang Xiaoming was now very confident; he was just about to kill Xiang Yu before Xiang Yu could admit defeat.
"Do it." At this moment, the Sky Thief Rat sat there holding Xiang Yu's crutches, speaking coldly.
Fang Xiaoming snorted coldly, then charged towards Xiang Yu. Although his ribs were broken, this pain was nothing compared to his desire to be a candidate.
But Xiang Yu just stood there with a frightened look, not moving.
