"Give me the 100,000!"
Li Feng's palm extended in front of Little Tianlang, he said calmly.
"For me?"
Little Tianlang was initially shocked and didn't understand, but in an instant, he got it and roared furiously.
"Fuck! You little bastard, you actually dare to play me! Looks like you're tired of living!"
Only then did Little Tianlang realize that Li Feng's talk about compensation was not for his girlfriend's clothes, but for himself!
A damn migrant worker actually dares to ask me for compensation, this fuckin' guy really has no idea how high the sky is or how deep the ground is!
The more he thought about it, the angrier Little Tianlang got, almost bursting with rage. He glared fiercely at Li Feng and picked up a wooden stool beside him to smash at Li Feng.
Unfortunately, before his stool even got close, the stool Li Feng was holding had already arrived, hitting him directly on the forehead without the slightest hesitation.
Bang!
