Du Zhong looked at Ye Long, took a step back with a hint of fear, and then pointed at Ye Long, saying, "Don't mess around, I'm telling you, I'm rich and powerful, you can't afford to offend me!"
"Go to hell, at a time like this, you're not begging me for mercy, but still putting on airs, clearly asking for a beating!" Ye Long glared at Du Zhong and said, then delivered a kick right to Du Zhong's chest.
Already in a state where he could hardly bear it, Du Zhong took another kick from Ye Long, feeling utterly devastated!
Du Zhong, clutching his stomach, let out a muffled groan and slowly sat down on the ground, his face turning extremely pale, fluctuating between green and white!
When it came to such pretension, Ye Long naturally didn't go easy with his hands. In fact, with such defenseless fellows, Ye Long was too lazy to make a move, as dealing with these types was simply beneath him!
