The tension in the private room suddenly escalated to a breaking point. Yang Xiaoning's hands clenched together, her rosy lips pressed tightly shut. She was faced with over thirty burly men wielding cleavers. It would be strange if Yang Xiaoning wasn't worried!
Wu Jie, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed. Recalling the shocking scene of Ye Chenfeng breaking through in the Wus' backyard, these thirty-odd men were probably not even enough to pick his brother-in-law's teeth with!
"I'm giving you one last chance, all of you, get out of here before I really get angry," Ye Chenfeng said, as he gently swirled the wine glass in his hand. Black Panther's behavior truly infuriated him. Seeing a beautiful woman and wanting to press her beneath him—such trash that thinks with their lower half—he wondered how many women had already been forcefully violated by him?
