"What?"
Young Master Fung had a bit of a good impression of Liu Feng, but after hearing this sentence, that last bit of goodwill instantly vanished. To say his men were trash was to imply he was trash too?
"Hehe, Young Master Fung, don't be angry, I just said your men are trash, I didn't say you, don't be angry, don't be angry."
Liu Feng actually looked down on these rich kids—although he ate their food and drank their drinks, he still despised them.
"Hmph, can your men really kill Ye Xiaofei?"
Young Master Fung snorted coldly; he figured that Baldy and the others were indeed useless, so he decided not to lower himself to their level. With a cold snort, he just wanted to know whether Ye Xiaofei could actually be killed in the end.
"Definitely, they absolutely can. My friend will make sure that Ye Xiaofei is dead beyond doubt."
