"You motherf******..."
The young man was in severe pain, sweat beading on his forehead. He was now very angry, the suppressed emotions seemed to find an outlet and erupted from him.
"You still dare to curse me?"
Ye Xiaofei's eyes shimmered with a cold glint. It seemed that this youth wouldn't know his place unless he was taught a proper lesson.
He quickly extended his hand, smacking the young man's face repeatedly, and growled, "Try cursing one more time."
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
After being slapped several times, the young man felt a burning pain on his face. To him, Ye Xiaofei's palm felt as heavy as iron. Now with a broken arm, he had no strength to retaliate against Ye Xiaofei.
The only thing to do was to submit for the moment, wait for his arm to heal, and then settle the score.
"Get lost."
