Scarface shook his head in resignation, looking at Ye Feng as if he were looking at an idiot. "Kid, why can't you see what's good for you? I see talent in you, and I really don't want to hurt you, but you're asking for it. I truly have no other way!"
Then, Scarface walked up to Ye Feng, staring him down, his face almost touching Ye Feng's nose, yet Ye Feng remained completely calm.
Scarface gave a cold smile, "Well, if you're seeking death, I'll oblige—"
"Bang!" However, before Scarface could finish his sentence, Ye Feng stretched out his right hand and reached for Scarface's neck. Scarface smirked, a disdainful look in his eyes, as he attempted to dodge.
But he was shocked; Ye Feng's seemingly slow motion turned out to be impossible for Scarface to evade. Ye Feng effortlessly choked him by the neck, lifting him like lifting a small chicken.
"What!" Instantly, everyone froze, stunned as they watched Ye Feng, feeling it was inconceivable.
