"Snap..."
Li Junye sneered disdainfully, pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from his chest, and lit it smoothly. Then he exhaled a smoke ring, his expression suddenly turning cold, "What bullshit are you talking about?"
Submit?
If it had been Qin Chuan who said that, he would have accepted it, since Su Mo'en liked him.
The guy before him, admittedly formidable, really thought he was terrified of death?
"How dare you!"
Ah-Fu angrily rebuked, "Do you know you..."
"A good horse is always spirited!" Ye Feng raised his hand to stop Ah-Fu, then said with haughty pride, "I admire your mettle. Just bring your men tomorrow, smash the Hai City Hotel, and I can spare your dog's life!"
It wasn't that he lacked the ability; it was mainly because of Li Junye's identity.
