Liu Yang was furious, his eyes filled with bloodshot streaks as he roared at Ye Feng, "In your dreams! There's no way I'm apologizing to Zhou Biao, never! Ask him if he can handle it—if he's worth anything!"
Ye Feng remained calm, "He can handle it. Why couldn't he? He's my friend, Ye Feng's friend, so he can handle it!"
"Bullshit! There's no way I'm apologizing to him. You can stop dreaming!" Liu Yang's eyes revealed a hint of madness.
"Fine!" Ye Feng coldly spat out a word and then casually threw Liu Yang out.
"What!" Instantly, those present screamed in shock, their eyes filled with fear.
Ye Feng had thrown Liu Yang up high, easily four or five meters, and then Liu Yang started falling towards the rooftop below. This was the rooftop of a tenth-floor building; if he fell, he would undoubtedly die.
"He's killing someone!" The crowd was shocked and stunned, not expecting Ye Feng to dare to such extremes.
Ye Feng had actually thrown Liu Yang straight off the rooftop.
