Looking at Chen Yang and Yang Xuewei, who were sprawled on the table, Li Hengjiang sneered, stood up, and said, "Yang Xuewei, you idiot, did you really think I would let go of that moron Chen Yang? Now that you are both unconscious, you can only be at my mercy."
"Hmph, Chen Yang, you poor bastard, you dared to hit me; I won't let you die easily. I'll lock you up and torture you slowly."
Li Hengjiang glanced at Chen Yang, touching the wound on his chin, his eyes filled with a cold and sinister look.
These days, he had been scheming on how to deal with Chen Yang, but unexpectedly, Yang Xuewei took the initiative to contact him, pleading with him to let Chen Yang go.
Yang Xuewei, such a seductive beauty, had long been on Li Hengjiang's hunting list. He immediately pretended to agree to Yang Xuewei, deciding to take this opportunity to eliminate Chen Yang and possess Yang Xuewei.
Seeing that things were going so smoothly at this moment, Li Hengjiang's heart swelled with excitement.
