Yang Fan cursed directly, "You bastard, you lunatic."
"You're right, I am a lunatic, a murderous lunatic." Leng Feng articulated each word clearly, his tone laden with boundless smugness. He was finally going to send this kid to his doom, torturing him in inhumane ways before his death; there's a twisted pleasure in killing, much like a cat playing with a mouse. It catches the mouse but doesn't rush to bite. Instead, it toys with the mouse until it dies before finally eating it. Leng Feng enjoyed this method, especially with self-righteous opponents like Yang Fan.
"Brother Fan, what's wrong?" Yuan Shanshan sensed something amiss and asked anxiously.
Yang Fan didn't reply, completely ignoring her question. "What do you want?" Yang Fan asked coldly.
Leng Feng smiled lightly, "I did admire you, but unfortunately, someone has paid for your life, so your death is certain."
"It doesn't matter if I die, but Yuan Shanshan is innocent. I hope you can let her go."