"Fuck!"
Wei Hua stepped back two steps after being slapped, holding his face in disbelief and looking at Lu Ping as if he had seen a ghost.
"You fucking dare to hit me?"
"You hit me first, why can't I fight back?" Lu Ping said indifferently.
"What's wrong with me hitting you first? I did it to give you face!" Wei Hua exclaimed angrily, pointing his finger at Lu Ping's nose.
Lu Ping frowned.
Like a flash of lightning, he reached out and grabbed Wei Hua's finger, pulling it backwards with force.
Crack!
A crisp sound.
Wei Hua's finger was instantly bent backward at a one hundred eighty-degree angle!
"Aaaaah!"
Wei Hua immediately screamed in agony.
"Haven't I told you? I don't like people pointing fingers at me when they talk," Lu Ping continued coolly.
"Fuck your grandpa! Get him! Beat this damn Lu Ping to death for me!"
Wei Hua roared at the several followers behind him.
The followers he had brought were all bodyguards, each with formidable skills.
Whoosh!
