Ye Long looked at Yang Zhan, who was beaten flat on the ground, and grinned. He then walked over and stepped on Yang Zhan's chest with one foot as he half-squatted down!
"Hey, idiot, feeling comfortable?" Ye Long taunted with a smirk as he looked at Yang Zhan.
The beating he had just delivered, Ye Long definitely found satisfying!
And at that moment, Yang Zhan couldn't even utter a word. Having been beaten by Ye Long, his face had swollen up—taking a breath hurt so much that even his facial bones ached!
"Alright, idiot, that's enough for today. Also, tell your idiot father and your idiot brother their turn is coming up soon!" Ye Long said as he got up and dusted off his hands.
Since he had already beaten Yang Zhan to this state, there was no need to continue. In this condition, that should be enough for him to enjoy for a few days!
Right then, Ye Long flicked a cigarette out and swaggered off!
