"Wrong, it's compensation!"
Ling Feng squatted down and looked at Wei Xuantong with a smile. Suddenly, he punched fiercely, knocking out Wei Xuantong's two front teeth.
"Oh no, it's over!" Ling Feng grabbed Wei Xuantong by the collar and pulled him up, feigning anger: "Who told you to have such sharp front teeth, cutting my fist like that! Fifty million is not enough, we need to raise the stakes! Who can blame me for being such a nice guy, casually adding ten million more. Hmm, a total of sixty million, hand it over!"
"Pfft!"
Wei Xuantong was so angry he spat blood. He lost his front teeth without a word, and now you, the bastard, are playing the victim?
Also, there's not a scratch on your fist, inside or out!
"Ling Feng, you little bastard..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a few sharp slaps landed on Wei Xuantong's face, making it swell like a pig's head, almost unrecognizable even to his own mother.
"Ouch, my palm hurts, add another ten million!"
