Li Aibin turned his head to Liu Bin beside him and roared, "No filming, no filming, delete it now, do you hear me!"
Just as Li Aibin was about to step forward and stop him, he was blocked by Xiao Han and his group.
Bang!
Xiao Han punched and flipped his opponent over. Standing on the man's chest with one foot, he snorted coldly and said, "Right now, in front of us, you're just like a dead dog, no difference. Got it?"
"Yoy scoundrel, let me go!" Li Aibin roared angrily.
"Heh heh!" Zhang Feng chuckled slyly. He squatted down, looked at Li Aibin, and said, "Weren't you all arrogant, kid? Thought you were so full of yourself, huh? Now you know how tough we are, don't you? Start kneeling and bark like a dog."
"You bastard, I'm going to..." Li Aibin roared furiously.
Slap-slap!
However, before he could finish his roar, Zhang Feng furiously slapped him twice across the face, eliciting howls of pain.
"Did you hear me clearly?" Zhang Feng snorted coldly.
