"I speak to you with all due politeness, and you just don't listen; I see you really are a bunch of damn cheap bastards." To tell the truth, Ye Chenfeng wasn't really interested in playing the hero and saving the damsel in distress, but the situation unfolded right before him, and besides, he couldn't stand people like Dragon Bro. Anyway, dealing with Dragon Bro and his six hoodlums was just a trivial matter for him.
His right hand, skewered by a chopstick and nailed to the table, was twitching with the excruciating pain. Dragon Bro didn't have the courage to pull out the chopstick, unable to even imagine the pain.
Dragon Bro, looking at his five whimpering underlings lying on the ground with their palms likewise pierced by chopsticks, would be a real idiot not to realize he had kicked an iron plate this time.
