Ye Fan was unshaken.
He knew that now was not the time to act.
"Come on, if you have the guts, come hit me, Mr. Yang," Yang Qing looked at Ye Fan mockingly, full of sarcasm as if watching a clown, "I'm even standing still for you to hit me and you still don't dare. Talking about sending me to Hell, that's just laughable!"
Seeing this, Lin Ao Feng felt greatly relieved and urged, "Mr. Yang, why waste words on someone who doesn't know life from death? Tear him to pieces and let him brag to the King of Hell!"
"Tearing him apart is letting him off too easy!"
After being prompted by Lin Ao Feng, Yang Qing's expression turned ferocious. His cold eyes drilled into Ye Fan like a wild beast eyeing its prey. He spoke in a deep voice, "Not only am I going to smash his mouth, break his teeth, but I'm also going to gouge out his eyes, then send him off to the afterlife!"
"Snap!"
