Scorpion pondered for a moment, his expression fierce and murderous intent evident in his face. He rubbed his neck and narrowed his eyes at Ye Xiaofei, who was about to leave.
He was extremely angry. Was he really just going to be beaten up by Ye Xiaofei like that? No, he had to regain some face in this situation!
Watching Ye Xiaofei's retreating figure, Scorpion quietly picked up a brick from the ground, ready to smash it hard against Ye Xiaofei's head.
The saying goes, when you fight, aim for the head with bricks, don't just throw them randomly.
He believed in his strength. If he wasn't an opponent in a direct confrontation, wouldn't he still be one in a sneak attack?
How could that not be the case.
How many masters have died at the hands of traitorous brothers or opponents who backstabbed them?
"Go to hell," he growled.
Scorpion lifted the brick, aimed for Ye Xiaofei's head, and ruthlessly brought it down.
