Feng Lan had already lost her mind at this point, ignoring Xiang Yu's persuasion and the gun in his hand; she only had one thought in her mind, to give Xiang Yu a good lesson.
But her strength was becoming weaker and her movements slower, while Xiang Yu was unaffected. If this continued, even if she exhausted herself, she wouldn't be able to touch Xiang Yu.
However, Feng Lan didn't care about any of that; she needed to vent, she wanted to tear Xiang Yu apart.
The punch she threw just now should have missed Xiang Yu as well, she had no expectations of hitting him, but it landed solidly on Xiang Yu's face. The backlash made Feng Lan's fist hurt a little.
"You bastard," Feng Lan was taken aback when she saw that Xiang Yu hadn't dodged, but she quickly threw another punch at him. Xiang Yu still didn't dodge, and Feng Lan's punch hit him square in the face.
"Why don't you dodge, why aren't you dodging now?" Feng Lan yelled, stretching out her fist and throwing it at Xiang Yu again.
