Ye Chenfeng's gaze flitted over Song Feng's driver, Xiao Liu.
Just one glance.
Xiao Liu felt a chill rise from within his body, and he began to tremble uncontrollably, his crotch slowly soaked by some sort of liquid, as he collapsed onto the ground with a thud.
Having driven for Song Feng for so many years, Xiao Liu was very clear about how formidable Song Feng's strength was. He could say that if he were to battle with Song Feng, he wouldn't last twenty seconds under Song Feng's hand. And now, this youngster named Ye Chenfeng had effortlessly thrashed Song Feng into this dogshit state? How terrifying must Ye Chenfeng's strength be?
Ye Chenfeng had no reason to stoop to the level of a minor character like Xiao Liu. He strode towards Song Feng and said, "Young Master Song, the commander of the Soldier King Group, have you lost the ability to speak now? Do you still want the commander's token in my hand?"
