Liang Jiankun dared not make a peep, for he feared ending up like Kong Xiaozhen.
At this moment, both their complexions were quite peculiar; Liang's face was flushed with restrained anger, whereas Kong's was the pallor of exhaustion.
"Hao Jian, I swear, I will make you wish you were dead!" Kong Xiaozhen said through gritted teeth, his narrow phoenix eyes shooting cold daggers. He resembled a man-eating beast, with only one thought: to devour Hao Jian.
Hao Jian had knocked his crown off and then trampled him underfoot, an act that filled Kong Xiaozhen with boundless resentment.
However, before he could finish speaking, a hand reached out and pressed down on Kong Xiaozhen's head, forcibly bending him at the waist.
"Puh!"
Kong Xiaozhen's face was pushed down into the very filth he had vomited.
"OH! SHIT!" a blond foreigner exclaimed with a twisted expression, clearly disgusted by the spectacle before him.
