"Pfft—"
Ye Xiaofei was pummeled by a flurry of blows from Li Ba, feeling as if his arms were fracturing inch by inch, the pain piercing like needles. Overwhelmed by anger and the vibrations from Li Ba's punches, a mouthful of blood surged up and spewed out.
The warm blood spatter fell onto his face and body. Ye Xiaofei felt it cooling and congealing, an extremely uncomfortable sensation. The stench of blood filled his nostrils, unbearably pungent.
Li Ba's eyes gleamed even more fiercely with bloodlust when he smelled the blood. Like a ravenous bear catching the scent of blood, he became more crazed and bloodthirsty, his fists hammering down with even greater force.
"Hahaha, is this all you've got, Ye Xiaofei? I told you, you'll die if you don't fight for your life. Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you? You're nothing but a little worm—killing you won't cause me any trouble. I have at least a hundred ways to make your death look like an accident!"
