Ye Ling took a deep breath, watching Wolf Brother's smug expression, and felt a surge of disgust.
"Forget it, forget it, I'm truly fed up with all you spineless losers."
Ye Ling said helplessly. He knew this group of people was afraid to claim back the money extorted by Wolf Brother for fear of subsequent retaliation.
But for a person, especially a man, to always be scared of wolves ahead and tigers behind, is that really okay?
Ye Ling, feeling drained, turned to go back to his bunk when, the moment he turned around, Wolf Brother, who had been sporting a pleading and ingratiating smile, suddenly sneered coldly.
"Bastard! Go to hell!"
Boom, Wolf Brother threw a vicious punch toward the back of Ye Ling's head, his eyes filled with a ferocious desire to kill. Ye Ling had made him lose face, and for that, he could not be forgiven.
