Song Bin's face changed suddenly. Zhang Hua, who had just been mocking Ye Chenfeng, couldn't help but shudder. He thought to himself, what if the glass was jammed into his own mouth? How painful would that be? His lips involuntarily turned chilly. What had gotten into this Ye idiot? Could it be that his panic disorder was cured? Even so, Ye Chenfeng from before, even without the panic disorder, had never been this ruthless!
"Ye Chenfeng, you dare to hit my guy? You're asking for death," Song Bin put down his glass, suddenly stood up from the sofa, and a powerful aura erupted from within him.
At the age of ten, Song Bin had been sent by the Songs to military training. Having trained in the military for over a decade, Song Bin's strength was not to be underestimated. For him, taking down two or three special forces soldiers was child's play.
