Mr. Liang was stunned, and Ren Feng had finished his move as well and suddenly stopped, but Nan stood there, staring blankly ahead, with white foam at the corners of his mouth.
"Still not collapsing?" Ren Feng frowned, reached out to touch Nan, and then Nan fell straight backward with a thud.
Mr. Liang was dumbfounded, watching Ren Feng dust off his hands and then walk toward him.
"What... what do you want?"
At this moment, Mr. Liang truly panicked, thinking how absurd it was. The promised district bully, the promised revenge—where did all my money go for this result?
Recalling when Ren Feng smashed his head with cutlery before, Mr. Liang couldn't help but feel terrified again.
That was truly horrifying; he absolutely didn't want a second experience.
"What am I doing? Don't you think asking such a question is laughable?" Ren Feng smiled, "Of course it's to beat you up!"
