"You're fucking asking for death."
Polar Bear sneered coldly, disdain flashing in his eyes. What the hell did Ye Xiaofei eat this morning to talk such crap? But it didn't matter, soon enough the corpse would start to stink too.
"You curse me, and you're the one who's asking for death."
Ye Xiaofei mocked with a sneer, gesturing casually with his hand, "Cut the crap and come on, I still need to get home to sleep."
"Then I'll make sure you never wake up again."
Polar Bear snorted in disdain and pushed off the ground, charging quickly towards Ye Xiaofei. Swish, swish, swish—he had already thrown four or five punches, but he hadn't touched Ye Xiaofei at all.
"Not bad."
Polar Bear, observing Ye Xiaofei's dodging moves, displayed a curious and excited expression. It had been a long time since he had met a true expert.
"It's just that you're too weak."
