"Haha! This is hysterical, these two really are a perfect match."
"Right? They even dare to offend the richest man's son. This pair must have some guts."
"If you ask me, Ye Feng simply doesn't give a damn about Zhang Jun. The guy can even get military helicopters, if he gets pissed, he'll just launch a few missiles at the Zhang Family."
Seeing the reaction from Ye Feng and Chen Ling, the audience below burst into laughter, teasing them.
"Ye Feng, if you're so brave, come down here."
Zhang Jun clenched his fists tightly, apparently wanting to tear Ye Feng to pieces.
But even ten Zhang Juns would not be a match for Ye Feng, with Ye Feng's current strength, beating him would be like hitting a child.
"Pfft!" Ye Feng gave Zhang Jun the middle finger. "Uncle, are you dreaming? You ask me to come down, and I should just do it?"
Cocky, arrogantly unrestrained, that's Ye Feng's style.
