Long Fei was satisfied, "If you'd done this earlier, it would've been over!"
He moved his wrists around and held his fist to Young Master Zheng, "My apologies, Young Master Zheng. This lady offered me two billion to take care of you, but if you're willing to throw in some extra cash, I'll stay out of this mess."
Zhang Xuan'er felt an urge to vomit blood, really wanting to kick this bastard to death.
Zheng Bin cursed, "Fuck your mother, I gave you face, and you really think I'm scared of you!"
He knew Long Fei was tough, that he had martial skills.
But with Vajra by his side, he didn't take Long Fei seriously.
"Vajra, beat this kid to death, and I'll add a hundred roast chickens for you!"
He commanded Vajra firmly from behind.
Zhang Xuan'er wasn't someone they could kill, but Long Fei, they regarded him no more than a grasshopper; killing him was nothing.
A hundred roast chickens versus two billion, he could still tell which was more valuable.
