"Fuck you, motherfucker! I will never let you get away with this! You little shit, I'm gonna tear you to pieces, grind your bones to dust!"
Hearing Yang Yifeng's words, Wang Baicheng was so angry his body was shaking like a sieve. What the hell did Yang Yifeng just say?
He wanted him to lick the vomit off the floor? No fucking person would ever do that!
Moreover, in Wang Baicheng's heart, even though he was no match for Yang Yifeng, his brother was his backbone—his brother was a gold-medal enforcer for a big shot in Donghai City. If his brother were here, Yang Yifeng wouldn't stand a chance!
"Looks like you're not willing to eat, huh?"
Yang Yifeng asked, his expression no longer playful but instead tinged with danger. He stepped forward towards Wang Baicheng and extended his foot, aiming at Wang Baicheng's groin.