Zhang Delai, consumed by anger, took a step forward, his grip tightening on the club in his hand, thinking to himself that there's no use in wasting words when dealing with a fool, his intent was to pounce forward and beat up Ye Xiaofei mercilessly.
However, a lackey by his side grabbed him, saying, "Brother Yu, he actually dared to insult Mother Yu, he's really asking for a beating. She's like a mother to me, why would someone like you need to act against this trash? Just let me knock him down."
Zhang Delai grunted in approval, snorted lightly, and said, "Cui Shupeng, hit him hard, don't give him any chance to fight back, no, better yet, make it so his own mother won't recognize him."
"Of course, must."
Cui Shupeng glanced at Ye Xiaofei, who was small and skinny, obviously physically weak and evidently suffering from innate malnutrition.
