The intent in Zhou Yu's words was clear—he was going to back Chen Feihu.
No matter what, Chen Feihu was a major figure in the underworld of Haizhou.
He hadn't dared to lash out before simply because he really couldn't afford to offend Xue Yunxiang.
But now, Zhou Yu's words had given him the confidence he needed.
Damn it!
It was just death, after all.
The anger Chen Feihu had been suppressing just then completely erupted.
He turned around, stepped forward, and directly grabbed Xue Yunxiang by the collar.
His eyes nearly shot fire.
Xue Yunxiang was stunned for a moment. Clearly, he hadn't expected that a single sentence from Zhou Yu could make Chen Feihu so audacious.
Regaining his composure, he roared,
"Chen Feihu, just you try and touch me!"
"Fuck me, what wouldn't I dare do?"
Chen Feihu cursed angrily and at the same time, he swung his arm round and slapped him.
Smack!
The loud slap sent Xue Yunxiang reeling.
