"Kid, you also have your time falling into the hands of Lee Muuqing! Ahahaha..."
When Lee Muuqing saw Ling Feng propped against the table, lacking even the strength to stand up, he immediately showed his ferocious side, and with a fierce expression on his face, he advanced toward Ling Feng, "Hmph, I will let you know what it's like to wish you were dead! We'll see if you dare to steal my woman again!"
"Brother Lee, no rush."
Yaan Jingfeng, believing he had Ling Feng right where he wanted him, crouched down and seated himself opposite Ling Feng, squinting and smiling, "Brother Ling, now that you have fallen into my hands, I think it would be best for you to cooperate nicely."
Although Lee Muuqing was eager to torture Ling Feng, after all, it was Yaan Jingfeng's idea that had allowed them to control Ling Feng, he could only snort lightly, casting a cold glance at Ling Feng, his fists cracking menacingly, coldly saying, "You're going to suffer soon!"
