Su Chen quietly watched Liu Chenfeng, and those who knew him understood that he was angry.
Su Chen had always considered himself someone who didn't stir up trouble.
It was others who provoked him.
"Are you fucking kidding me, still not scramming?! What, do you really want me to make a move or what?" Liu Chenfeng roared, a blend of cruelty and bloodlust in his eyes, for he was no good man, having stained his hands with no small amount of blood over the years.
"Brother, what are you doing? I won't allow you to hurt him!" Liu Yingcui urged anxiously.
"After so much cursing, just break off an arm for yourself!" Finally, Su Chen spoke up, his tone serious.
What?
Liu Chenfeng was taken aback, slightly unable to keep up with Su Chen's train of thought.
Since when did a "Pretty Boy" put on such an act, so arrogant and aloof? Who did he think he was?
