"Bai Xiaofan, don't act all high and mighty; in my eyes, you're always that pitiful, pathetic dog lying on the hospital bed!" With Sun Shuai and Gao Yang by his side, Zhao Tian felt a surge of confidence and his words were extremely arrogant.
"You pauper, you crippled one of my wrists; I will sever both of your tendons!" Gao Yang also threw down a vicious threat. He didn't know about the hatred between Zhao Tian and Bai Xiaofan, nor about the conflict between Sun Shuai and Bai Xiaofan. All he knew was that the other party had crippled his wrist, his masturbating hand at that—how would he find relief in the future?
Seeing that both men had made fierce threats, Sun Shuai thought he should also make a fierce remark, but catching sight of Bai Xiaofan's disdainful and scornful look, he couldn't help but remember how Bai Xiaofan had knocked him down that day. Suddenly, he found himself unable to utter a word and could only scoff coldly.
