"Hehe, don't worry, I won't hit you anymore."
The sleazy big guy thought he was about to be beaten up by Liang Fei again, but to his surprise, Liang Fei suddenly lowered his raised hand, gently patted his swollen face, and with a smile that would give the sleazy big guy nightmares, said, "A gentleman uses his tongue, not his fist, right? It's wrong to hit people, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, hitting people is wrong, you can't hit me anymore!"
The sleazy big guy couldn't figure out what Liang Fei was up to. Though he vaguely agreed on the surface, deep down he wished he could tear Liang Fei into pieces.
Damn it, saying it's wrong to hit people, and that a gentleman uses his tongue, not his fist; you've beaten me to the point where I can't even talk...
"I won't hit you, but I'll treat your wounds. Otherwise, if you go out and tell on me, I'd really be a bit scared."
