"What if I don't scram?" Su Weifeng chuckled coldly.
"You cur, then I'll make you scram." Wang Wei spat out an insult, and swung a punch at Su Weifeng's face.
Before Wang Wei's hand could strike Su Weifeng's face, Su Weifeng had already grabbed his fist and gradually increased the pressure.
"Ah, it hurts, let go..." Wang Wei cried out in pain, trying to break free from Su Weifeng's grasp, feeling like his hand was clamped in a vise, absolutely unable to escape.
Wang Wei's fist turned pale from the grip, feeling as if it was about to deform, the painful sensation causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
"He's hitting someone, murdering someone, somebody help!" Seeing her boyfriend at a disadvantage, Xue Ying's piercing voice rang out again, instantly turning into that of a shrew.
"Fighting is not allowed, or I'll have to call the train police to deal with this," the conductor said in a hurry upon seeing the two of them fighting.
