Yang Hao's eyes were somewhat bloodshot, his fists clenched involuntarily, and his teeth ground together with a gnashing sound as a terrifying fury surged in his heart.
Yet, he deeply suppressed it. With a blood-red glare at Xiao Yifeng, he turned and left the place, not even bothering with the injured Du Quan. After all, the man had been crippled and was no longer of use to him.
Stepping out of the room, Yang Hao exhaled a turbulent breath, his eyes a bright scarlet.
"Xiao Yifeng, I, Yang Hao, swear that the humiliation I suffered today will be returned tenfold in the days to come!"
After uttering those words, Yang Hao left, restraining the rage in his heart.
In the room, a playful cold smile appeared on Xiao Yifeng's lips.
To him, Yang Hao was just like an ant, easily crushed at any moment, but to avoid unnecessary trouble, he chose not to kill him.
