In Zeng Yangshan's opinion, killing Ye Fan, who was powerless to resist, was as easy as blowing off dust, but he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment or the thrill of revenge. After all, Ye Fan was now no different from a cripple, his muscles soft like modelling clay; Zeng could play with him any way he wanted.
Not far away, just as Jiang Yue was about to make a move, he caught Zeng Yangshan's attention. At this moment, Jiang's eyes were bloodshot. Ye Fan had tried to help him avenge himself, only to be calculated by Zeng Yangshan, the old scoundrel. "Zeng Yangshan, I'm going to fight you with all I've got today," Jiang Yue roared like an enraged lion pouncing forward.
