Shen Fanyun exhaled a puff of smoke toward Long Qingwen and smiled faintly.
Wen Ruyue, sitting on the ground, laughed through her rage. She unleashed a torrent of abuse at Long Qingwen, "You deserve it! You completely deserve it! That's what you get, Long Qingwen, you bastard! Acting all high and mighty with no real power. Let's see what you do now! You animal! Why weren't you beaten to death on the spot? Seeing you get thrashed makes me a hundred and twenty percent happy. I'm ecstatic! Hahaha, you had it coming! It would've been best if they'd beaten you to death!"
Long Qingwen's followers, a group of young men led by Xu Haofeng, huddled motionless in a corner. Even though Long Qingwen was nearly beaten to his knees, they chose to see nothing, hear nothing, and know nothing.
This Shen Fanyun is too brutal; he's not someone ordinary people can provoke. Didn't you see that even Boss Long couldn't handle him? If we go up there, wouldn't we be asking for death?!
