"Uh..." Cheng Tianxue was stupefied as he stared at Zhou Pengfei, who was once again kicked to the ground, lying there like a dead dog with a mouthful of blood spilling out. For some reason, he felt a rush of exhilaration and an indescribable sense of accomplishment! He almost wished Zhang Xiaohao would be more violent and rush up to beat him even more.
Soon, Cheng Tianxue's thoughts were realized.
Zhang Xiaohao yelled exaggeratedly, "Pretty boy, what's wrong with you? I already told you that I can't control my feet, and you don't fucking dodge?"
Hearing Zhang Xiaohao's words, Zhou Pengfei was beyond expression, his eyes filled with cold rage as if he wanted to devour Zhang Xiaohao whole.
Just as Zhou Pengfei struggled to get up from the ground, before he could fully stabilize himself,
Zhang Xiaohao yelled again exaggeratedly, "Ah! I can't control my hands now, pretty boy, you better dodge! Don't block the way..."
