Just as Lin Ao Feng knew, He Qingshu indeed favored a lethal strike in one blow. Upon hearing Lin Ao Feng's question, he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why?"
"That bastard first killed Qiao Bazhi and others, threw Hanghu sub-branch into chaos, later crippled Wang Dong, ruined Yang Qing's Kung Fu, and forced Yang Qing to commit suicide. If we just kill him outright, it would be letting him off too easily!"
Thinking of the humiliation he suffered at Yunshan Underground Racing Track and West Lake Club at the hands of Ye Fan, Lin Ao Feng's teeth itched with hatred, his smile sinister to the extreme, "I want to make him a cripple, to watch his woman kneel at my feet, to experience the torment of a fate worse than death!"
"Alright,"
He Qingshu pondered briefly before agreeing to Lin Ao Feng's request. To him, whether to kill Ye Fan instantly or to cripple his Kung Fu seemed as simple as child's play.
"Thank you, Uncle He!"
