Leng Youchen sneered, "Second Brother, at least you have some self-awareness. If I were you, I would be too ashamed to even stand here."
Leng Yanbo's face turned somber as he glared at Leng Youchen with resentment, unable to believe that he had lost to a cripple. His expression twisted ferociously, "Leng Youchen, what does it matter if you've got the whole world? You'll always be a useless waste who depends on a wheelchair for life."
The hand resting on Leng Youchen's knee clenched into a fist, his handsome face growing even colder. Leng Yanbo hated him, but didn't he also hate Leng Yanbo so much that he wanted to tear him apart and devour his flesh? He could accept any fair and open competition but couldn't stand such despicable and underhanded tactics.
To think that breaking his legs would strip him of his heir status, he was dreaming!
