The man with the black face and narrow eyes flew out and then writhed on the ground, clutching his chest and wailing in agony.
Was it really that painful?
His behavior made Yang Fan instinctively stunned for a moment, somewhat incredulous.
His elbow strike shouldn't have caused such severe damage.
Glancing at the other big-headed man who was still unconscious, Yang Fan walked towards the man with the black face and narrow eyes.
"Are you pretending?" Yang Fan crouched down and asked.
The man with the black face and narrow eyes had sweat beads the size of peas on his forehead. He glared at Yang Fan furiously and gritted his teeth, "I'm not faking, you bastard!"
"It seems you're not pretending." Yang Fan confirmed, then immediately slapped him, "If you're not pretending, how dare you get so angry? Are you looking for death?"
