Butcher Knife: I Think You Are Insulting Me

The moment he heard this voice, Feng Xia felt that almost every part of his body had become restless.

His anger was gradually surging and the veins on his forehead bulged. He could not help but grind his teeth. The hand that was not holding on to the letter clenched tightly.

His fists were getting restless!

Why the heck!

Why was this annoying kid still doing this?!

"Kid…"

Feng Xia bared his teeth and turned his head slowly. He tried his best to put on a relatively kind smile. "Do you know that you… are very detestable?"

"So what?" The young man snorted proudly. "I just can't stand your actions! Besides, you only succeeded last time with a sneak attack. This time, I'm no longer the old me…"

"Sneak attack my ass!"

Feng Xia punched out without thinking.

Seeing this, the young man sneered. "You're using this move again? Unfortunately, the same move won't work on me twice!"