Yao Yangyu stared at Feng Zhiwei with a look of surprise, never imagining that the mild and kind Wei Zhi had such intimidating anger. It was as if he were facing a glorious
He sat in stunned amazement, and before he could react Feng Zhiwei had kicked out and shattered a leg of his chair.
Caught by surprise, Yao Yangyu fell to the ground, sliding downwards and eating dirt by Feng Zhiwei's feet.
Feng Zhiwei stepped forward, pressing down on the young man's back, her other foot flicking the token into the air and onto the table. Her anger sheathed, she smiled once again: "Everyone, is it worth something now?"
The stunned young masters finally responded, nodding hurriedly.
